Gaeded

 A somewhat strong, but chilly, gust of wind blew straight into his face, messing his hair and making him turn his head to the side, to avoid it passing by his ears. It always irritated Grimhaleth, the cold wind in his ears. It was late in the morning and he was walking for the most of it, the long plains of Rohan seem even longer if one tries to walk them.

They had made it to Gaeded’s home town of Stoke under the worst of conditions. It became apparent that the Eorling was finding that her home was changed since she last returned. The building stress was making Lieta nervous about staying, but the Eorling wanted to continue their journey from Bree. It also wasn’t helping that Athlenah was getting homesick after she and three others of the company were captured and beaten in Dunland.

Dear Gaeded,

I have read your letter and I have contemplated over the matter despite knowing what the answer will be write away.

After a long day and after managing to solve an issue with Gaeded and Athlenah Fiontann managed to invade the Barracks, after having them give hands or kiss or whatever they do when people make up.