Baedwulf

It has been some time since I have written and it has been said, more often than not; that writing is a good way to pass time, moreso than 'assaulting innocent people' at least. Personally, I find the latter more interesting. Alas, in recent events, this seems a safe haven to turn to. Anger. Jealousy. Upset. How this last week and so can be summarised in but a few words, it is intensly depressing. I have but myself to blame, it is my fault... I should be able to control it. It isn't fair... Life isn't fair... Surely I should know that by now?

 ''I try to write as often as I can, but lately it was not in my power to create the time to do so. Therefore these pages have remained empty for several days, perhaps even weeks.

 ''Her chest moves up and down in a graceful manner. It is only hours ago that she was coughing up blood and it seemed to be her last moments. She even asked me if this was death, if this was what death felt like.

I have not written upon these pages in what seems an age. Writing is an escape route. A way in which thoughts and events can be contemplated, solely by the reader. In my current state, I find this my most viable escape route.

Daigan Hanteer. A gondorian git who does not have my trust, nor my respect. He is a foul, insolent twerp and needs to learn how to throw a punch. As well as fighting fairly. Alas, he has what he wants and all is well.

I have not heard from Baedwulf or father in a long time. What little family I have here in Eriador, I never seem to see. If only I could receive a letter, or something... just any indication that they are alright.

Baedwulf's horse is now in my care. Abrianna, a rather kind lady I met in the tavern, informed me she knows my uncle and that she was looking after his horse. She asked if I could take it off her hands, which I have. Where has my uncle gone? Why has he left his steed?

I cannot help but think something has happened.

I cannot help but worry.

T.A 2,982 - Erolamir is born on 12th January in Upborn, Rohan.

T.A 2,991 - Erolamir (II) and Bædwulf's father; Erolamir (I) is killled in an ambush. Bædwulf is born in Upborn on 17th October, 6 months after his father's slaughter. Mother; Vivana dies in childbirth.

T.A 2,992 - Erolamir raises Bædwulf, traditionally gifting him a journal.

T.A 2,993 - Erolamir gains an apprenticeship to a local hunter and he trains when not working on the farm. 

The wind whistled through the branches, little could be heard save the low grunt of the orc and the practically inaudible padding of its pursuer’s boots on the forest floor. The orc jerked his head back, in an attempt to note whether it was still being chased. Having seen nothing, it came to a halt, resting its hands on its knees as it pants furiously. A few moments pass and as the foul creature straightens to walk on, it halts suddenly; having heard the quietest of whistles.