He stood with his back against the wall, allowing the shadow of the house to hide him from the moonlight. Straight ahead, he made out the pale golden tresses of a young woman walking down the lane towards the very house he was leaning on. Beside her walked a figure that was all too recognizably male. He calculated the distance between the young man and woman, deeming it slightly too close for strangers, acquaintances, business partners, or even friends. He frowned. The young man stopped at the stone ledge that wrapped around the property, but the woman continued forward.

-3 years, 7 months and 28 days since my departure from Harad.-

Where to start. I have neglected this journal for too long, allowing my head to be completely wrapped around affairs that range from finding new companions and trying to chase those Angmarim as well as fighting with allies concerning this affair.

[The last dot is thicker than most, indicating the quill rested there for a long while.]

Hearts Return - Part 11

The Adventures of Immalaine & Rastellion of Bree

Ellany returned down the stairs to the kitchen after helping Muirenn up to her room. As the day came to an end, Miss Charlotte had taken up one of the guard's shirts to mend. She squinted down at the small tear and let the firelight guide her needle. When Ellany sat down opposite Miss Charlotte, the elder woman glanced up from her sewing.

(October 6th, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
OAKS presents Thorn and Roses
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The Red Thrush had taken control of every bit of his fevered body. The medicine, left for him by Iriys the barber/chirurgeon (surgeon), was still in it's glass bottle on the floor near the bed. Her orders were to take it every two hours. The Red Thrush's control stole all knowledge of time from him. His appetite and thirst were masked by the listlessness and pains radiating from swollen joints. All he could do was lie in bed and shiver.

(a short thing I came up with while idling in HoF...)

It was today, at the time of this writing, that I constable Danwick Hale and new watcher Himloch were returning from a routine patrol about the town of Bree. It was there at the gates that we witnessed the watch' new commander Brigwald Stoneheart, and First Watcher Nessya Cranford being harassed by an armored and helmed foreign man whom demanded to be let in to see a recently incarcerated prisoner.