Part 1

The winter came, with frosted bite
And thick the falling snow
Around the land all turned to white
So cold the wind did blow
Hobbits froze in the cold sunshine
Wolves howled beyond the Brandywine

The coldest day that darkest year
The Brandywine did freeze
From Brandywood, the wolves appeared
From under frosted trees
At the river the wolves did bay
In howling packs they crossed this way

The cold bars welcome me. The wooden frames of the stocks hold me tight. The hangman's noose will hold me tighter. This is where I belong now, this is where I am meant to be, where I've always supposed to have been. Jail is for scum like me, people who have killed, assaulted, stolen... people with nothing left.

It has been some time since I have written and it has been said, more often than not; that writing is a good way to pass time, moreso than 'assaulting innocent people' at least. Personally, I find the latter more interesting. Alas, in recent events, this seems a safe haven to turn to. Anger. Jealousy. Upset. How this last week and so can be summarised in but a few words, it is intensly depressing. I have but myself to blame, it is my fault... I should be able to control it. It isn't fair... Life isn't fair... Surely I should know that by now?

Anarya, 26th day of Lasse-lanta

As always, I am surprised whenever I visit Imladris! I have come to this great seat of wisdom for more years than I recall, and still the library awaits with fresh texts and treatises to feed my curious mind.

I have spent the last few months making copies of several fine volumes to accompany me on my return to Mithlond. I obtain a certain satisfaction when fresh knowledge is placed upon the shelves of the great library there.