Family

On the roadside

The evening was bright, yet the mood was somber.  The sun was falling behind distant cliffs, painting the sky in fierce streaks of red and orange, the air was kind in that place and the craggy ground seemed to shield from the howling gales of wind. Despite its kindness, it was still a horrible place to die, far away from anything, left for wolves and birds with carrion as ones destiny.

The afternoon sun was high overhead when Dogward finally approached the Woolyfoot family hobbit hole. Far from being the largest of similar holes nearby, this home had long been a bit cramped for the family of eight (Of course, that never bothered Dogward much, since he preferred to spend most of his time outside anyway).

After we camped a few fours away from the skirmish, and got rest, we continued on until we reached Forlaw. It was the city of Wildermoore, where even in the wilds, there is always hope and civilization, or so father said. It was decided that we would count our supplies here, have some drinks, and tell our tales to all that would listen. For today, father deemed be to be able to have a small, small pint of ale. I was almost getting to the point of manhood, at least, I think I am. I'm mature, strong, and did just kill my first orc today.

The fate of The Forngarmo have been decided, as one might say knowing what happened deep in the Ice Bay of Forochel. But was it the truth? The Forngarmo held the wooden board from the ship as the winds pushed her away from the crash site. Soon, she landed on a small ice island. There, the death was to take her, but it clearly wasn't her time. Her wolf companion, Valor has survived the crash as well and turned out to be alright. He found her and attempted to warm her which - in her condition determined if she would survive or not.

Dear Diary,

So, if I want this to catch the eye of some future Treasure Hunter, it must have a title. Since not everyone in Bree-land knows their letters, and I want it to be clear I do—my dad taught me mine—I've decided to literally alliterate my literacy. Therefore, this dynamic diary of doubts, deliberations, and dramatic descriptions of daring do's shall henceforth be known as: Rarely wRitten Random Ramblings! Of course, being the serious person I am, I may later decide that such a title is simply too silly to keep. But we'll see!

With all these nightmares and the past chase on the trek to my house, with my training started to really teach me how to deal with threats, I believe its time to deal with these nightmares. I did my chores, anxious to get to rest, hoping that the nightmare will happen again. Dinner was good, as always it is. I went to sleep quickly, and soon descended into the same, dark, dimly lit, forest that I was in before in the other nightmares. This time I was with a lantern by my hip, shield on my left hand, and spear in my right. I was ready to face my fear, or at least attempt to.

A exile framed by his brother,
Surprising to his mother,
A lie one after the other.
 Cast out with shame and anger
Not daring to give them an answer,
Having been slandered.
Saying last goodbyes to his friends
For this is where friendship ends.








 

Centuries ago, Forlindon

“Come now ‘Calie, try again!”

It was a day like any other for Fiontann, he was sitting somehow apart from the Company, but kept his on them, as well as the townsfolk, he was expecting an attack on Eaworth any day, after his Company burned the orc encampment. They were all there, together, around the fire, talking, he was next to a house, sitting on a stump of a tree, holding a jar full of ale, as always.