Entry Twelve: Exile
It has been long, since one parted the pages of this journal. Not since that of the Misty Mountains and that of the banishment of the company from the vale. Much has happened since the day one’s wound would heal and it was time to depart from Imladris. Khalis truly showed friendship, risking his position to spare one’s own banishment. One will be forever grateful to Khalis, till the end of his days amongst these lands.
Before venturing outward, deep within the Trollshaws. Lord Elrond wished to speak with one briefly. One’s heart sank when Lord Elrond spoke that of her name. Yet, this was about her mother taking the ship out of the Grey Havens. Her home lay dormant within the Falathlorn. With no next of kin... one would be the closest thing to it. Lord Elrond handed the key over to one, not quite sure what to do with it at first. One would make his way to Bree, in search of Fiontann. But he had set out already on his next adventure, heading for Annuminas. What madness would drive him there, one could not process.
One would head that way himself, avoiding most of the camps that the few that remember him would recognize. One night, two travellers came across one upon the road. Taala and Foxwin of the Bloody Dawn. Only meeting briefly a few times before, one did not know much of the man Foxwin. Yet the brief moments shared with Taala within the Misty Mountains, one knew he could trust her. They seeked out the location of Fiontann. One knew of where he was, but did not give direct response. Though it would seem Taala did also, yet not knowing the lands well asked one to guide them.
On arrival, Fiontann had been injured. One’s brother would sport an eye patch, after a close call with a throwing axe. He assured one and the others he was fine, yet was vague on his reasoning for coming to such a place. One did not question though, as distraction brought anger. The one they call Rogue, one of the reasons behind the Bloody Dawn’s banishment would appear behind one. For the first time in knowing him, one truly believed Fiontann a fool to follow Rogue in to battle. No wonder he was injured...
Doing as one was asked, he slipped off in the middle of the night. This was not the time nor place for frustrations to flurry and fight amongst those one cared for. One did however realize, that he may have been hard on those that would call themselves kin. Not all would seem as bad as one thought, but again this was neither the time nor place to become sentimental. With nowhere to go, one felt lost. A shadow of the shadow that he already was. Then the key came to mind. For that was the time, one decided he should flee to Falathlorn and live in exile.
The garden was well looked after, her favourite flowers growing there. The time had come to hang up one’s sword and remove his armour. There was no reason for him to bare them any longer, until urgency called for his return. One shall tend the garden, grow vegetables and fruit, hunting whilst living what normal life he could in these times. One was tired, not willing to face the world...
One had only one regret. Not speaking of such plan to his friends. Leaving only a mere letter within the small domicile he once called home within Bree, which may never be found.
Fiontann... Basaran... Hyrien... Neyaa...
All deserved to know, yet my heart breaks for one. Teleyn... The young woman with the heart of a child, deserved to know more than most. One considered her the closest thing to a daughter he would ever have. Her innocence being that which would bring instant joy to one, without the blink of an eye. She is who one shall truly miss, amongst those he became close with. The others can take care of themselves well, yet Teleyn has yet been trained to do so. For all that is protected by Valour, keep her safe. Allow her to be the one who finds the letter and seek one out.
It has been a while since these pages where parted. But for now they must close once more. Perhaps, one shall take a short ride to Celondim and fish... or perhaps not...
