Shire

Andswaru stared at the sky. The campfire still burning next to him. It was bright night and he could see the stars. “Those are the same stars I looked to back home.” he thought. So far away, yet so close. He turned his head and saw Vaarion sleeping on the other side of the fire. He smiled as she was all curled up with a smile on her face.

The Shire is just the place to visit when someone is in need to relax and recuperate after some hardships on the road.  Though a bit suspicious of taller fold, the locals were quite friendly and delighted in the oppertunity of sharing a tall tale of two.  I heard rumors that Gandalf the Grey visited the area from time to time, and now I can understand why.

My Dearest Aunt,

Feb/08

Just before my departure, I met Nito. Well, he came to me, and he gave me a sword, a bastard sword. It's quite heavy, but it will be fine. I wanted him to come along with me, but I know it's not possible, and I didn't even ask.

Feb/10

[On the Envelope: "To Ephelwyn Flowerhand"]

28/12

My Dear daughter,

Your father, Dalthros, is dead. We found his corpse this morning. He was attacked by a group of wolves while he went looking for herbs, for our goats.

 The last of the winter snow had melted and turned the quiet streams into frothing torrents. Most of Ammeline’s time had been spent gathering more herbs and food to replenish her stocks. With the abundance of wild mushrooms now growing in the woods Ammeline decided to take the excess into Michel delving to trade for some new tools and other bits and pieces.