I dived deep in this, just as skylark in her flight with song on my lips and heart. It brings a lot of joy to me to see him, that warm feeling when he is near, for the time we share same direction, path or fate.
He followed me all trough my return to Bree, a foreigner to this lands, Southerner but not of the kind we usually see here. Ruddy, travel worn and large as oak tree, that i must climb on as in my childhood.
I am cautious, yet relaxed with tought we know this will not be forever, there will be no family to ties us, children to see grow up whilst we grow old and bitter.Whilst its last it will last.
In my mind i see him under the shadow of flickering beech leaves in Green country, just as he was, resting on the bedroll with one hand under his head. Cheeky grin and a long leaf of grass between his teethes, and ..uh eyes. He reminds me on Scarlock. Yes so very much so. Can he be the kindred spirit with him?
For Scarlock i was barefoot dancer in the night, for Birchald a water sprite, For Tindam a Briar rose, for Angelnarth his first, for Taergor the Blunder just an thing he owned, for many of them a fire, flame, desire, one night comfort..but who were they to me?
