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Gwenbur enjoys playing the lute, but ceased playing after Telfaras' demise. She has recently took up playing again, showing that she, indeed, is feeling more at peace.
Well... I dursn't call that much of a gift. I bin running up an' down... and.. all He gives me is this thing. No more than a bit of iron. When he said he had a gift, a ring ... I thought... about time he showed His gratitude. I aint sayin' i deserve gold ... silver ring would have bin fair. But an iron ring. What bloody use is that?
I put it on, had to, with him standing over me with that smile on his face. felt like ... feh. Well... it don't seem right, what it felt like.
Think I'll give it ter Gyth. Tell him I lost it.
Iavas day 32, Breeland
The weather has much improved since the last time I wrote and I was able to cross most of the Shire and a large enough part of Breeland in the last nine days. I’ve stayed well north of the Old Forest and am approaching the town of Men. There is only a small stream and a couple of farmsteads between myself and them, now.
I am sitting in my quarters in Imladris, Tinuvinil is in a room nearby. O, how my heart danced as I saw him, just in time for the gathering in the Hall of Fire. I had so hoped he would be able to come, but could not be too sure, as I know Edhil from all kins are to report in for duty and set forth to the Greenwood. I feel that something great and fearful is on its way and it worries me to know that many of my friends are out there.
*Sitting at the table in her room at the Pony, Orlenne picks up a quill. She pauses a moment to collect her thoughts before dipping the quill into the ink and beginning to write*
It has been a month since I last written, so it is about time I wrote some more. My pregnancy seems to be progressing well. Soon I shall see a healer again, to make sure.
There is nothing left to keep me here... In this accursed city, I no longer have a place, I no longer have a cause, I no longer have a will to spend another day. I do not belong here. I am not wanted here. So be it... I shall leave it all behind, friends, enemies, wealth, fame, fortune... I shall leave, as I came, unanounced, unwelcomed, in a silent, peaceful night, taking with me nothing more than my actions, my thoughts, my concequences... No more blood shall be spilt from my hands inside these walls, within these buildings.