Aellwenn sat in her small, rented room, in the simple but all too familiar inn. She had been in a period of stasis ever since what she built in Bree-land collapsed. Her husband had been gone for over ten years now. And she still felt the weight of his absence, she hadn't thought too much about what was lost over the years. Now it came and crept back up on her like a shadow. Her husband is dead, her sister is dead and her brother is in Gondor licking the boots of her Father. If she remained in Bree-land, she would be stuck with her own bittersweet memories. She did not know why, but every time she tried to leave permanently, something always compelled her to stay. The simple and rustic land did not offer her riches or much status. However, in her maiden years, she enjoyed thoroughly meddling in the affairs of the locals. The rumors and gossip that surrounded her gave her former self much glee. Now she seeks something to fill the void, that she feels. What was she still doing here? Why couldn't she just go back to court? But if she did that, she would be giving her Father satisfaction and would fall prey to his games again. Aellwenn watched the first spring, shower, of the new year, fall against her window. Rain, she loved the rain, when she didn't have these moments of melancholy. "By Orome, I miss you both so much. Why were we so impulsive? It might've kept you both alive. Rest well, in greener pastures, my dears."
