Memory

(OOC Author's note: It has been brought to my attention that this story might possibly seem pointed, and even possibly at more than one person. I would like to assure anyone and everyone who reads this, that it is simply a piece of Berarna's backstory, and her view on it. My story has no target.)

I do not know where to start. At the first glance Daegond might have been strange, crude and even mean to a person who did not know him, but he had more than meets the eye. Profound loyalty to those he protects. The reasons why he was behaving the way he did. A softer side which the Noldorin (or any) warrior tries so hard to hide under their shell of steel.

All I have in my mind are the scenes of meeting him.

​​​It was late morning and though the autumn nights had been quite cold, it was now pleasantly warm in Aldburg. At that moment, beneath a small cluster of trees, two young figures were lying side by side. Ash and Deor would do this often enough and would often be heard speaking to each other in gentle tones, meant only for the ears of each other. But this moment, they had simply been lying in a comfortable silence, merely basking in the closeness of the other. 

Memories came to Dru's head as she climbed the hill to the ruins where she had been sitting not too long ago. Such a lovely view it held. She could see essentially all of Bree from there, and beyond.

She smiled. This was likely the one place for her which only held decent memories.
Well. Except for that one time where Dav cornered her there, before she even truly knew him. He seemed to have a habit of finding her even when she didn't wish to be found.

Dru cried out in pain, curling into a ball around herself. Her body was drenched in sweat which in turn caused her tunic and the one blanket she hadn't kicked off, to cling to her uncomfortably.

She tried to take slow, deep breaths, but couldn't control her hyperventilation.

"I should have never shown my face! What was I thinking, going in such array?" Words such as those continued to play through Dru's head as she mentally slapped herself around.

He recognized her. Claimed she seemed familiar.

Ollena road into town after settling a few things at her new residence.  The crisp air and faint change in color of the trees around her marking the beginning of Autumn.  The day was young, the sun just rising over the clouds. Adjusting to this new found freedom would take some time she had half a mind to return to her Mother and Father's house although she knew there would be no welcome for her there.

Ídhror had gone to bed, leaving Ashwyneth's father to "think over the decision". 
It was pointless, as he'd already decided.
Ash had left many years ago, so he gained nothing from her. But if he gave her to this wealthy Gondorian, Ídhror, then he would gain much from this bargain.

"Wha...who..?" Eadegwen looked up at Mat with questioning eyes.
She hadn't meant to say so much...but after what Gwen had told her, she wanted to help. To make her know she wasn't alone.

Wind of remorse... Wind of horror, and memory.

A cold wind hit his face once he had reached a higher viewpoint upon the Andram.