The sky shifted all hues of pinks and purples, as the sun set over the horizon. The fields of Bree-land, on the road towards Trestlebridge, near the fork in the road that lead to the little port of Trader’s Wharf, was basked in the rosy light of the sunset. It was peaceful and it seemed like nothing in the world could break this beautiful tranquillity.

The sun was shining over her head, and Lusseriel had left the city to go ride for a bit, careful of her surrounding, to stop at a place she deemed safe enough, where she started to pick up a few plants she thought could be useful in the future.

The Chetwood had felt… off, as of late. The tall, ancient trees loomed overheard, the treetops themselves disappearing into the blackness of night. A chill held in the frigid air, despite the time of year being mid-Lithe. Even if the chill was odd, it was quite easy to put off.

The Lifescroll of Song is a compilation of folk songs and ballads compiled by minstrel Skarde from Dale, during the late reign of Eldarion, King of Gondor in IV Age. It details the common histories and legends from the Rhovanion, and is the source of history about that time. A original of the scroll was presented later to librarians from Pelargir. The copy was later taken to the great library of Erebor, and dwarven sages added some reliable parts.

That first week we had Waelden in the bed at home, Ethel and I would sit near him in the evening and talk about all sorts of things. In part it was to soothe our own anxiety over how well his foot would heal. It was to give him some sound in the background he could choose to listen to, or not. And it was to strengthen the bond between us all.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Bound to this land

In peaceful starlight, 

In darkest chaos.

((OOC: The writing is written in charcoal and seems rushed.))

Dear Me,