old forest

One would be blind not to see beauty that she was in her youth, but many are blind as woman comes to an age, forsaking her knowledge and skills on cost of youthfull appearance that we love so much, us men.

There are many faces of Haesel, and i am still discovering all the layers of her personality.

In his youth Hilfar was often found alongside his father digging in the deep tunnels of the mines of Ered Luin. There was that particular day that ended in an unexpected confrontation. A party of a dozen miners were cutting their way through the hard rocks, searching for ores and gems. Among the mining group were Hilfar and his father Ullfar and also his uncle Bregnar.

Foredawn, in the Old Forest; an eerie mist hovers on the pool's surface, the scarce light that seeps through the thick foliage plays tricks with the shapes, the colours; even the sounds, of the forest.

Dear Diary,

I woke up with a sudden sound in my ears. I couldn't believe it but it sounded like the Horn-Call of Buckland, which it been said haven't been heard for a hundred years since the incident with the wolves! It grew louder and louder, it was at that point I decided to check up on Buckland. I quickly slipped my Bounder's hat onto my head then rushed outside of my house after saying a quick goodbye to my Gaffer. I have a leaving this will take longer than expected. I ran as quickly as I can across Bridge of the Brandywine and into Buckland.

I may be from Rohan, but my family are farmers not warriors, and I am simply a scholar. I am not brave and adventurous like some people I have met on my travels. But I have to work for a living, mostly doing tasks people need done, and a few days ago one of these has caused me quite a bit of trouble.

This story was told by Cloves at the historical field trip to Adso's camp.

And I found him…