“Drink of this...”

A hand pressed against the back of her head, lifting it slightly. The smooth over-used wooden rim of a bowl pushed against her bottom lip.

“Drink it... you will feel better for it.”

Dear friend,

Thanks to our combined effort I now have a little more understanding of the threat the invasion of A. poses.
I shall not talk more about it in a letter. Let it be said that there is a Man who dwells in Tinnudir who might have more information, a Dunadan by the name of Vinti.
I have not yet approached him, but I believe he has an interest in the freeing of A. He would be more able to assess the situation.

I hope this letter finds you well,
-Nimlith
 

Bearn has been kind. As kind as he has always been. More so. He does not understand. He does not know all that has occured, but still he tries. He tries to comfort me. He offers food, shelter, company if I need it. He offers an ear to listen, but I find it hard to talk. I do not have the words to say how I feel. I cannot give voice to them.

Facts.

I have never written down my thoughts before, this is the first time I do...

I don't have any adventures to tell stories about, nor any deeds worth writing about either. This words will probably not be of any use for someone else than myself. Perhaps looking at my words will give me comfort and joy in the future. But I also believe is good to write down thoughts, to have they sorted and force to reflect about your own emotions and actions.