The thoughts of a Ranger

A heavy price we pay and heavy price I pay, I like to tell myself solitude is my comfort but that is a lie.  This isn't the first time I have lied to myself to keep moving forward, lies make me forget just how  lonely I truly am.  I wonder how the rest of my kin fair these days, A scattered an Exiled people we have become.  Long it has been since the days of Numenor and all of it's splendor.  Valar watch over me.. I fear myself.  The things solitude can do to an individual.  No, no I mustn't lose heart, the lives of the innocent are dear to me and so I shall continue to trek through the wilds where I hear the song of birds or something less than pleasant, a party of orcs.  Vanya, my dear child wherever you are please do not forget all that I have taught you. You are my only daughter and your Father's pride and joy. Our people do what we must to survive and to secure Middle-Earth, I hope you never forget this. But most of all I pray that you do not forget me or your Father, for our love goes with you.  Now I suppose it would be wise to put this journal down and continue my scouting, I love you Vanya, my precious jewel.