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.

The dull light barely pinched through the brown sack, the only view she had since the night before. A firm hand guided her restrained wrists up a slope, of manmade road in stone, that much she could tell.

She heard the sound of white water, rushing beside them. She was tired and confused, the long walk here had already worn her down considerably.
The heat from the sun on the sack had her head cooking, with no fresh air to breathe, just the same,damp,poor air with just enough draft of ventilation that she needed not to pass out.

Gwenbur is sat on the bed at home in Falathlorn, a single candle illuminating the area.

I have not written in such a long time. I have not had the desire to, I have also been very busy indeed. I spent time in my beloved's homeland, aiding The Malledhrim in their battle against the foul creatures that infest the place. Such sorrow I felt upon landing on the shores of Mirkwood, not only for the people there, but for my husband. This was the place he fell. This was the place where my true love was taken from me. My heart sank. I thought I was going to break down.

I made it here. I do not know how.

I do not remember the journey. I do not remember leaving the riverbank. I do not remember walking through Eregion, the Trollshaws, the Lone Lands or Bree-land. I only know that I am here.

I am where my new life began.

I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back to before any of this, to a better time, a better place.

I began a new life here once. Maybe I can do so again. Maybe here I can find forgiveness. Maybe here I can find peace.

I am not sure that I deserve those things.