Neyaa

Entry Twelve: Exile

It has been long, since one parted the pages of this journal. Not since that of the Misty Mountains and that of the banishment of the company from the vale. Much has happened since the day one’s wound would heal and it was time to depart from Imladris. Khalis truly showed friendship, risking his position to spare one’s own banishment. One will be forever grateful to Khalis, till the end of his days amongst these lands.

The journey from Snowbourn was arduous on account of the two stab wounds to her abdomen, a farewell gift her Step Father had arranged for her.  She was not sure if it was to see an end to her, or to her ability to have children.

How unseasonably warm it was. Bright October sun split the moist air, its shallowness betraying the season only because Deredan knew the lateness of the morning. The hens were busy around their coop, their industrious little lives so full beneath the canopy of leaves that made Neyaa’s garden so clement.

Here I am again, writing about he latest happenings, as always the tankard of ale by my side and the moon outside my window keeping me company, Chaney... Yes Chaney, is sleeping in the bedroom. But I got up, feeling the need to write something here before I leave, who knows if I get the chance to write again, I may not return this time.

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new

One day when your mother gives you this journal to read, and you see what she and others have written for you, I hope I will be beside her, though battle may take me before then. Whether I live or not, I would have you know that you are my true son and heir, whether any others have been born of my blood after this time. I love your mother with all of my soul, and I have known you as a part of her since you were a tiny babe in swaddling, too small even to crawl.

By the fire Deorgast sat, near his tent set in the Old Forest. He had just crossed the borders of The Shire to observe the river that flows under the Brandywine Bridge, under heavy rain that fell through all morning. 

This is written in a fast manner and sometimes the ink is fading

Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.