It has been a few years now and I am truly content, when I first arrived here in Bree I did not seek to linger like many of the travellers whom pass through I sought to only pause briefly. Many a scholar has written of fate, mused and debated its meaning or purpose, I cannot say I am wise nor learned but there is no doubt in my mind something guides us even if hidden from our eyes.
First and foremost I am now whole, complete if you may. The Lady Achazia and I are one in heart and it is true to say that it was I that fell first. Working so closely with the Lady whom showed me so much kindness when I first set foot in Bree, whom many know through her work with The Shades, aye I think it was inevitable for me at least.
I did not seek it, nay for a time I avoided it, I knew of her past and the choices she had made concerning such. So I elected to remain silent and simply be there for her for she was a dear and close friend. Alas though try as I might I could not escape the reality of my affections for her. So after a year or so I resolved to tell her, I expected to be rebuffed and perhaps even part company, but no! To my utter delight her heart was the same.
What can I say? Other than I am a fortunate man indeed, I have a home, a purpose and most of all I have found the love of a wonderful woman.
Secondly, I have taken to express my creative thoughts on paper in the form of lyrics, sonnets and laments. Being apart of the Shades has given me an outlet, a place to explore this aspect of my persona. Often it is a simple sentence, but on occasion, a song is written. It was a proud moment for me, when words I had written were sung by Eovina to the melody of tunes written by my Lady Achazia. Ever I shall be grateful to them both.
That concert was a great success, so many of our friends took part and helped while a good deal more came to watch and show their appreciation. That will not be a day I will soon forget.
So I sit here musing my life as it is, penning my thoughts. My lady I can hear in another room humming softly accompanying her harp as she writes another melody. I can hear the faint chatter of bird song from the window as spring takes hold. The dim shards of sunlight gradually fade as this day ends and evening draws in with a warm embrace.
I smile to myself and nod in thoughtful contentment and think to myself, I shall play for her later before we turn in.
