282 days untill Durin's Day.
No day goes past with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
After my encounters with the rangers at the start of my mission I have over come with wonder. Did my kin take the right decision of sending me on this mission? I have taken far longer then promised to make contact with these so called "rangers"and those who were willing to help have disappeared after our travel through the Gap of Rohan.Which now I mention it, has become a foul place. There are things on the move which Durin's Folk isn't prepared for.
I have grown to dread the nights and have started to looking for refuge for company. the thought of beeing alone in the night has come to terrify my. which is A rather odd thing to do for a man of my age.
I find my self thinking about my Son lately, and grown to miss him more. A couple of days ago I had a conversation with the most fair Lady from Rohan, I remember her smile and face like it was yesterday I owed a debt to her after she saved me from a sticky and icky death in some forgotten swamp she wore the name of Brynleigh . Beeing the fool that I am I couldn't help but speak about my past. The words of reminiscing have been haunting me ever since. Its with pain in my heart and tears in an old mans eyes I am writing this again. Although sobbing won't help.
Winter has come and the Gap of Rohan is again closed for those who look for passage. Thus I am forced to stay in Bree and continue in the failure that is my current mission.
As the days grow ever colder so grows my desire to be here.
