((Please keep in mind that this story shall depict dark themes and details, this will be the only warning throughout this part, if you are not capable of reading such things please look elsewhere at the more upbeat posts))

She and I sat on a rocky step in a small cave at the feet  of a beautiful waterfall of her river, in the shade of ivy curtains.

Buderick Fairbairn, laden with a large pack, runs up the main street of Towerglan. He knocks firmly on the door of the second house from the port to which a stocky figure appears.  "Mister Buderick, come inside." the sedated voice expresses with mild surprise. "Aye, g'day Missus Ashdown," he says busily and shyly enters the home. He sits down as the lady of the house pours him a cup of aromatic herbal tea. "I come bearing gifts," he exclaims with well-mannered excitement while opening the pack: 

It all happened so fast.. I argued with Ani about dragging psychos in our house, she kicked me off, we broke up I guess, she left Bree, went somewhere to Falathlorn with an elf I have heard.. I spent months drinking, trying to find a sense in my life.. But I think I have found it.. Little boy Davrynn was adopted by a watcher who has no time for him. So I cook for him, I play with him.. I love him like he was my own kid.. He is so sweet and..

Some few days after the company’s return from Angmar.