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Ash keeps the hood of her cloak covering her face and hair as much as possible as she approaches one of the Watchers just outside of Hookworth. She masks her voice as best she can, handing one a note. "Please sir, if you would deliver this note to Miss Brynleigh for me? You do know which house is hers, yes?" The Watcher assures her that he will deliver the note and she hands it to him reluctantly.

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.

Hithfaerwen quietly looked toward Minas Vrûn. Her arms crossed over her chest and her middle, index, and thumb drummed on her right bicep.

-No, no, no!

-Those eyes... Those eyes. No! Run, run! Run Pekki, run, they are coming! His shouts made Aggy turn in her sleep and eventually wake up, only to see Ern laying on the bed, pale and sweaty, as if wanting to run but not being able to do it.

-They are here, run, please, I beg you Pekki.
-Ern, Ern, what is it my dear? Wake up, please, what do you see?

It was the last post on that evening, farmer Ern nailed it where the door was going to be, placing it horizontally over the door was going to be on the barn that he was making. The past weeks were great, the weather was good, it only rained once, so it allowed him to work on the structure more and be within the time he gave to himself, his wife, Aggy would give birth to their second, a son this tme, and Ern wanted to prepare everything for more animals. More animals, more produce, more trade, more coins, more food.

It was a long day for Gromac, he had walked all the way to the Brockenborings to find a merchant to buy a sack of seeds and now he was returning, he was looking forward to have his tea and warm meal to fill his belly and get in bed, another long day was waiting for him. But the Golden Perch in Stock would be his first stop for a warm mushroom soup with tea, before his own tea and dinner at home. The next morning he'd be busy, having to sow his fields and make sure that he ripped off completely any unwanted weed. 

"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.

I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.

Díllothwen insisted on her husband writing something down...not only would it help him remember how to write (considering he does not do so often), his inner thinking might be able to be understood. Undómion never thought of the purpose as to why his wife persisted, but he complied.

A recent work translated into Westron it read as thus:

Waves of time rise and fall