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Aerrod was born in Mirkwood a very long time ago. Most of his youth he remained there learning the ways of the hunter. He was never really found on company and soon he started to wander in the wilds. One of his trips took him along the river Anduin on the western bank. There he reached the woods of Lorien. There the elves of Lothlorien found him and took him to their city. He stayed their for a while and made some good friends. He became a member of the Archers Of The Golden Wood. Now he travels Middle Earth in their name. Now his real story is ready to unfold...
I become worse, I fear. I am so weak. Even lifting this quill seems a heavy burden, which is quite ridiculous. However, I must persevere if only to get my thoughts down whilst I remain awake.
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A forest old, from times unknown, protected by the Eldest.
White water rushes swift and clear,
Then sleeps a while, caught in his spell.
Sing to the leaves, sing to the boughs,
Sing to the water rushing by,
Sing away the gnarled roots, sing away the rotten heart.
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It is my own fault for not coming home sooner, I suppose, instead choosing to stay out in the woods even though I knew I was ill. I had no wish to come back, though. It was peaceful out there. Lonely too, but then I am just as lonely here as I was there. Moreso, really. Odd how I can feel so alone when I am so near to other people. Or maybe not.
The Secondborn are indeed a curiosity! I was pondering one such - a woman - that I happened upon some days ago, while I wandered through the Vale of Imladris of a starlit night.
The steeds galloped with heavy strides across the water up the flat bank and reached the horde of uruks with just enough speed to break through the first three ranks, but no more. At once the orcs swamped the Riders, slashing and hacking, and immediately, four of the Riders were unsaddled and pulled screaming to the ground and were stabbed or beaten to death. Hearing the desperate screams of his friends chilled Éiadric to the bone and he cursed the gods that his life would end this way.
So here I am again on my rock in Far Chetwood. It has not been that long since I had Davick bring me back here for old times sake, but this time I am alone.