memories

The moon glowed high in the sky by the time Hyrien had got back to her home. The cold wind blew through her dark hair and the strands fell in front of her eyes, making it hard to see the key in the lock.  She snarled under her breath in frustration, shivering from the icy touch on her skin and it was at that moment she heard the lock click and she entered. The house was quiet. A usual occurrence these days from what once was busy household. However since the hall was built there were little to no visitors, though that bothered her little.

After my journey back to my land, Lothlórien; I rested.

Not for long, the desire for adventure stirred within me and traveled to the Misty Mountains. A fair and perilous place, for the cold was nearly unbearable, yet something much colder and unbearable stirred within me as I sat beside my fire.

It was chilly outside, but the crackling fire in the fireplace kept the room comfortably warm. Aldriona sat on the floor with her back against the wall, wrapped up in a warm blanket to the point where only her head was visible. Her hair was uncombed, turned into a wild tangled mane. The door to her room was locked, barred with the chair that was usually placed in front of the fireplace.

Here I am once again, in me old small house. I can’t sleep, my eyes are wider than a catfish’s eyes and my stomack emptier than the head of that fool Andold-I swear if he calls me an idiot again I’ll hang him upside down from the inn’s chandelier! I went by the bakery store today, but it closed earlier, couldn’t pick up any bread…eh, maybe if I throw some more words in here I’ll forget.

 Relalas looks around. Ashes... wasteland... lifeless.