 | Night has fallen, now. I hear so many things, at the current moment. Birds, sleeping. Beasts, resting. There is no danger, here; but the Trolls in the Western regions. So quiet. So very quiet. It is times like this, that memories come to me. I can remember many things, good or for ill. My parents. Hirvegil. My capture. Malainel. Old bonds. Old bonds....they were good times, in the days of old. When I was so young, still. But I left, them. I left. Mayhaps, it was for a better purpose? Maybe not. I know that it happened, and that good has come from it. But I cannot wonder what if I had stayed? What if Maldorthion has taken the rule...so many questions. My head hurts thinking of it. There are more pleasant memories. Hirvegil and I, scouting Nimrodel. What times! What times! Great they were. As we ran through the foilage, and scouted the riverbanks. Rest, we would. Two friends. Kinsmen, tutor and tutelage. I enjoyed those days so very much. I wander into thought. A bad omen, here. I will continue my journey, onward. Eregion, perhaps. There are some things I would like to see there. |
