Erolamir

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.

What an eventful past few months indeed. For starters, I ended up marrying a dear friend of mine; Cirdu Adunor of Gondor. I have known him long and find him to be kind and always there for me. Since the passing of my late husband, we have spent more time together than usual. Others may perceive Cirdu as a shady character of sorts, however he is far from it.

Much time had passed since Erolamir and Gwenyn's first meeting; just under two years, in fact. Gwenryn was coming on nicely, she could use a bow efficiently and tracking came naturally to her. Erolamir was impressed at her swift progress. Gwenryn was even finding waking up in the mornings easier.

After riding for what seemed like a couple of hours, Erolamir had Avalohin stop. He looked around, his keen eyes studying the land around them. He and Gwenryn were situated in a small woodland area. Erolamir dismounted, offering his hand to Gwenryn to help her off. "M'lady. Next time we ride, please be sure to give me enough room to breathe!

Erolamir felt he had been waiting forever for Gwenryn to get herself ready for her first hunting lesson. He kicked a sod of grass on the ground absent-mindedly, arms folded, still leaning against Gwenyn's hut. Finally, she emerged. He turned around quickly upon hearing the creak of the door, facing her. Gwenryn was clad in olive green from top to toe.

Gwenryn was most unhappy. She had been wedded to Thedobul for just half a year, a husband chosen for her by her father. In such short time, tragedy shadowed her life. She had begat a child almost instantly after the marriage, but the child was lost five months into the pregnancy. Gwenryn had gone into childbirth too early. She had just moments with her son, until he perished in her arms.