Andswaru stared at the sky. The campfire still burning next to him. It was bright night and he could see the stars. “Those are the same stars I looked to back home.” he thought. So far away, yet so close. He turned his head and saw Vaarion sleeping on the other side of the fire. He smiled as she was all curled up with a smile on her face.
Andswaru crawled from his bedroll, he couldn’t sleep. He quietly did walk to the edge of the camp, there he prepared a pipe and started smoking. The moon did shine upon the hills of the Shire. No half-lings are to be seen though. “Strange, them little folk, no worries no sorrows..like they know nothing about the world beyond the river we passed.” he said to himself. He then blew a circle smoke in the air and looked as it hovered in the air, slowly losing it’s shape.
What use would the steeds of Vaarions father have here, then ending up a fat working tool on the lands. Andwaru sights softly “what a waste, alas money is money.” he added. He stared silently to the lands and thought about the hills on the Mark. The pipe-weed was all spend. He returned to the fire only seeing Vaarion turned in her sleep with her back to the fire now. He smiled warmly and pulled her blanket a bit further over her, so she doesn’t get a cold. After he returned to his bedroll, staring to the stars again. “a few hours sleep…sleep well Shire…sleep well Rohan.”
