Ross is asleep right now, at this moment everything is peaceful. If feels so nice to feel his warmth cuddled up to me. Though, I miss Beriadan and Maydawn so much, but Ross was right when he said we could not drag them through another trip. The roads are too dangerous to take them from Gondor to Bree; still does not make me long to have them again. Though I must admit, I am happy to be here with Ross. Nothing could be better than having him by my side. I remember the time he was gone, I thought I was going to lose myself the entire time. He even asked me what I do if something happened to him, I could not answer that. He told me I lost the spirit in my face just by the thought.
Odd... huh?
Anyway, Beriadan will train to learn to fight with a sword, when he gets older. For now, he is merely learning basic things with his trainer. He is not ready to wield a sword anytime soon. May is still too young to begin training, but I have made sure she has the ability to learn whatever she wants. I do not want anyone telling her what she can and cannot do, just as I do not want anyone to tell Ber the same. I want my children to grow up with knowing who they are and what they want.
Ross and I should be to Bree in some time, though there is still so much road between us and there. I wonder what we will find and what friends of ours are still there. So much time has passed and it feels like a lifetime. I wonder if the Dawn is still around, I know Hardo died before we left. Hyrien had taken over. I miss my old friends, Luc and Fion. I hope to see them safe once more. Perhaps even join some adventures with them. I wonder if Luc still has the journal I gave him, the one I use to write in. He has probably read all my old thoughts and now thinks I am insane.
Oh well, I am a little insane. However, everyone is a bit insane in the grand scheme of the world. Insanity is part of being human. Oh well, I should get some rest before Ross wakes up and tells me to get ready to head out once more. In addition, it is a bit hard to see this with the dull light around me. My eyes are getting sore. Perhaps the next time I write in you, Ross and I will be in Bree if not very close. Who knows what the future holds.
