Departure

Mounted her horse and was off yet again.  The stars were hanging above the simple land known as Bree-land.  Families were in bed and crickets were chittering, it was time for Archer to move on.  She rode strong with the wind beating against her face, bidding Bree-land a silent farewell.  The next morning she arrived in the newly made ruins of  Trestlebridge.   Families were torn and houses turned to ash.  An all too common sight these days, she rode onward finding it difficult to ignore the wounded but her allegiance was not to these people.  She could not afford to grow attached to these folk out of pity.   The life of a Dunadan carries much sacrifice, her heart went out to them but all she could do was ride forward, to remain would be to reveal herself.  The wilds were calling and Middle-Earth waits for none.  She was no glorified Saviour, she was but a Ranger.  A woman in exile and soon she heard the cries of the oathbreakers in Fornost.   A strange singing mixed in and she scowled recalling a rumor about a young  Dunadan going to explore those fields a month ago and never returned.  She resisted the urge to go into that place as she believed it to be folly.   "The cursed ones will never sleep.  It seems spirits and I have something in common."  She snorted and ignored the chill in her bones, riding fast and hard until she reached Esteldin to replenish her supplies.