"Through sickness and in health I shall cherish you always. Nothing in this life will keep you away from my heart." Those words resounded in her mind and as the bride, she wanted to believe him.  Love could be such a beautiful and true thing his love made her feel valued, alive. More so than she had ever been when in Rohan, he was the kind of man, that made a woman feel understood and heard. If this was the case then why did he leave her?

A lone figure was hunched down around a fire, gleaning warmth from it, though the cold bothered him not. He wore a dark and tattered cloak around his shoulders, the hood pulled up and hiding his wild red hair from the world. The cloak hid all his elven features, one may not be able to tell unless he stood up to his full height.

Amber eyes locked onto its prey, unblinking. The wolf crept slowly forward towards its prey, a doe and her wobbly legged fawn. The winter was harsh, the wolf was thin and starving. What most would consider cruel the wolf would deem necessary to feed her pups all huddled back in her den.

A Trip Home

Maurr son of Bóurr to Miss Taite Rushwood greeting!

Returned we are from Thorin’s Hall at long last, my honor-sister’s wedding complete. Forgive me for taking so long to contact you; I thought that after that business was over we would pass a relaxed winter and spring, but one thing has followed upon the other, and very busy we have turned out indeed.

Felt like things been going good, real good, with Missus Nettle lately. While there's still studyin' from the book, and I still struggle with the readin' and memorificatin' what's in it, now we come into spring more of the work is hands-on, or what Nettle calls 'practical'. And I always do better with that than I do with the talkin' and the tests.