I met my friend Matheric this evening..He was just arriving from his journey in Eregion with his order, he told me he had found something that might be of interests..
Matheric handed me a sword enwrapped in a cloth..I slowly removed the cloth, and looked at the sword..It was nothing unusual with it..quite ordinary but somehow it looked familiar. Matheric asked me to take a closer look at the shaft. And what I saw disturbed me..I felt somewhat ill and my heart started to pound, flashbacks from a smiling man that proudly showed his little daughter a newly smithed sword came to my mind.. He pointed at a name engraved into the shaft..'For my daughter Achazia.'
The cloth slipped from my hands and felled down on the floor slowly...I felt despair..His sword was the most precious thing he had. It only could mean one thing aslong as the sword was found without his master..
Young Eoryn picked up the cloth from the floor and gave it to me, she asked me if I needed a hug...I smiled to her..Sweet Eoryn that had to witness this, and my tears..I told her that I was fine I just were glad that a lost item were found again.
I looked at Matheric, I believe he understood my pain..He promised to seek advices from the elfs from those lands, that probably would have more informations of what kind of battles that has taken place in that area.. In that way it would explain to me why my father where in Eregion and with whom..
I asked him to not do this just because of friendship. But I believe he felt he were very close to some answers and was driven by this.
I walked out with the sword and I looked at the starry sky...Maybe the truth about my father would soon be relieved.. I looked around and suddenly a familar face appeared amongst the crowd.. It could not be....It was Linrond.. that I have not see for many many years.....
