281 days untill Durin's Day.
Not A day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
The events of today have been horrid. Beeing where I am the people of Bree seems to have a hatred for snow, more then once I heared one of the villagers complain about the horrid cold of winter.
During my daily choors I have found my self falling in to A rythem I tent to keep my self on. I'd wake before the son touches the sky, go out of the town and look for some wood, Fish and would catch something before the Son has reached its highest point and get my breakfast and lunch at the same time.
Still no luck finding out aid from the so called "Rangers" it seems like they have left these parts. Which causes one to wonder, I have met many of their Kin in my life-time and there has always been word of some kind of Chieftain, could it be they are railling some where to fight unseen forces? To fight the rising darkness I so dread. And does this burden fall upon the Human-kind? Are the sons of Durin aware of this growing danger. These are all questions that have haunted the mind in the afternoon.
Before I forget to mention it! I met A pointy-ear from Mirkwood, Although I try to see my self as a forgiving man I still have a hard time having conversation with the Elven-kind. His arrogant walk didn't help it either. Are these thoughts of an Dwarf or rather A man becoming grumpy and old?
I tried not to think of my son. Which i failed at horribly. on the bright side my Birthday is coming up. Another year lived in roaming and solitude. It makes my mind wonder when I will finally join my beloved in the ever-halls. I recon I will end up at the pony again this evening. Some distraction from my thoughts would cheer me up.
