How So few words can destroy so many hopes? How a reunion could turn into a disaster?
I waited in silence in Kauppa Kohta with Daehathol, Gaurandir and Atharandir as Lothrandir who has also returned to those frozen lands paced back and forth before us searching for his words. It was A long time before he spoke. Any longer and he would have worn a new track for us I recall thinking. Sense of humour is what they found necessary to survive these difficult times, Looking around at the despondent faces I choose to remain silent and returned my attention to Lothrandir. It was clear we had limited options available to us, our strenght was not as it used to be before ending of The War. Our numbers had been reduced to a mere shadow of those that left Eriador to fight and even the less have returned "When we will leave to continue our task? I have been so focused on arriving back home I Had not given a thought to the lands I had left behind before the War. " - I asked Daehathol as we waited. The memories of warm summer days, the bubbling streams and rivers flowing endlessly through the shires. My journals sat without a single written page for a long time beside me as I watched my float for hours at a time. Those days did not feel real to me, It was as though I was recalling A book I had read. Was I really so content before leaving ? Daehathol did not answer me though, he seemed to be so off in that moment. I had to force my thoughts back under control. "....No way forward.....No way forward.....No...I refuse to accept that." - I kept fighting with myself in my mind as Lothrandir spoke once again. “We must turn back and return to Bree!!” - He shouted after shaking off from his thoughts. In the past, I would be scared to go back, as I would be worried about what my friends would say after my return. Now... I am nothing. I am just an empty shell of the great woman I once was. The sigh of resignation heralded in an air of defeat that was descending in the camp it was almost alive as it enveloped each and every one present. It was almost visible to the observer as it swam around the camp basking in the depression of those words. The silence hanged over the camp once again as both of them watched me. I could not remain in such a Pity and sorrow but I couldn't fight it back. I climbed to the nearby hill and breathed in the clear air of the cold afternoon, but it too was a little comfort to me these days.
"Bree.....Bree....Bree...." - That last word had destroyed any hope I had of remaining with Lothrandir. His journey has began once more as did mine and Daehathol's before the last syllable had drifted off with the wind. Looking down I saw more than the issue with travelling there. We had not enough supplies for the way and we couldn't just get them from The Lossoth this time. "So, we travelled for nothing all this way ? - I thought at that moment but then Lothrandir pointed into the distance. A small band of Lossoth approached us but only one stood apart from them. A solemn man I never had much call to talk with, but his presence reassured many of us.Our friend in the hardest times when the darkness was taking over. The Lossoth Warrior - Vaeltaja. Even he seemed to know what was happening standing silent on a distant hill.
