'We're afraid to inform you that our dear granny is finally succumbing to her age. It would comfort our hearts if you found the time, at your earliest convenience, to be with her during her last moments.'
When winter spread to the Rhovanion, the window which Odwena stared out was shuttered closed. She was hidden from the world, and the world hidden from her. The only warmth came from weak candlelight, or a hearth too far from the bed.
Matt right after what happened to bring this memory:https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49246) (To explain better, I see a sort of lost and bewildered look in her eyes there. Also a tad bit that seems like she's coming off of a rage. )
After making their way through the Second Hall and fighting some goblin scouts, The Black Steel came across a rickey bridge which was their only way to cross the chasm which at it's bottom had a magma flow. Falling would mean certain death.
From Amon Raith, The Black Steel rode fast towards the farms. As they approached, the sickly, sweet smell of burnt flesh reached their noses. Tying up their horses to a fence, The Black Steel investigated the farm, seeing unimaginable horrors, the like that only a few of the company had seen before.
The day had started off very pleasantly. Despite the grotesque cold of the early morning and the sunrise still to make an appearance, Rick made his way out his house with a spring in his steps. Frost made the grass and stone walls glisten. The candle light gushing out the windows of the house behind him illuminated his path till he reached the beck crossing.
The bright light of the afternoon sun burned Lissi's eyes as she cracked them open. Her head...oh, how it throbbed! She rolled to her side with a groan, closing her eyes tightly until the shadow of her own body provided a shelter for her eyes. There was a feeling of something sticky reaching from her right temple, down her chin and neck. She lifted her hand to her head gingerly, feeling along the trail slowly.
Ash had been frequently visiting Mrs. Dorabel Baker ever since dear Owena's death. Though she was unable to do so much recently, as the colder weather brought on a larger amount of illness and injury, causing her to be quite busy. She knew Mrs.