In my younger years I had seen very few woman and had spoken with non. As came to a building in the homesteads, i watched from over a small Hill, a woman wearing armour talk with people over some matter, in my hypnotic state, i did not notice that they had spotted me. After awhile, the woman had wondered off towards the house and i continued to observe the crowd, obsessed with how they spoke and maintained conversation with one another. Though one of my kind should know that where a subject wonders away, you have lost ground and they are making on theirs, for it was only moments after, the words placing inquiry on my business could be heard from mere feet behind. I turned to the girl in panic, unsure of what to say or do for sure a strange position for me for I know to always have several stories prepared invade of plunder, this time the stories had left my mind leaving naught but compulsion to speak an honest truth. She listened keenly but struck down my words in doubt, pointing spear at my neck and urging me to the house, my hand was swayed.
I must build my first alliance and except no profit from it, stood before a man of wiser years who spoke to me kind words of invitation and gave me tea, the vile drink that chalks my mouth. In his house and a blade behind me, I was to not refuse the favour I was granted, this man, for perhaps a story many years old, called himself Hammarwolf and I learnt the girls name as Mae. She held such a fiery temper back then, but her beauty always remained. As her spirit has changed over the years, in my eyes, she never did. She has since infact become my dearest friend and the one my heart leans towards, my life I would give to preserve hers but it would turn out, I was never to do so. The Rohirrim girl always sought to return to her home. I never thought she would for I recall her fear of doing so. Had i paid her more of my time, I'd gladly have carried her on my back. I consider her my greatest friend, she rarely passes judgement over me, unlike Ilaru does now. Often she would assist me though she had no cause to do so. Our real adventures were few, during my time in the brigand camp, she came on horseback. I had rather hoped i was cause for her visit, instead, she had with her other riders and sought a man i knew had headed towards the shire.
I recall how keen i was to follow her, at first, while they rode along the hilly roads. I kept my distance, trailing far behind, even when there path blocked by Hobbits upon a bridge, I stood and watched and waited. As they went further into the shire and then North, I came closer and closer to the group, I don't recall now but somehow I ended up marching with them. The remaining Riders headed off to find a camp somewhere and did not join Mae again until the morning, I helped her make her own camp. I spent a few hours there with her but left before she woke in the morning.
At some point though, we drifted apart and spoke rarely in the Prancing Pony, our last putting was the trap we lay for Goddefrid, the leader of the Thalions. We slay this man together in the northern Bree fields. Questions of his death never came our way after but her presence was few and far between, last I saw of this maiden, I barely knew what to say to her.
