[[Wulfreda]]

It has been a while since I took time to write in this journal. Yet today things happened that needs to be remembered. The journey so far went without much trouble, besides the warriors that crossed our path when we left Bree-land. Yet today trouble found our company again. This morning when we woke near the wild flowing river, we could not find Leofmund. After an hour he walked towards us without his horse, looking grim. The horse had ran off for some reason. I tried to give him hope that his faithful horse would return, but saw he was holding the bridle.

As the sun slowly rises in the Trollshaws valley, the new fellowship was making themselves ready for departure. Daellas still had a hard time believing that Leofmund and Wulfreda went out looking for them. He knew Wulfreda from other expeditions, in the cold weather of Forochel she had proven herself as a strong and versatile woman. Leofmund he did not know at all, he was quite new and stubborn to bring his horse along. Nonetheless, the company was eager to depart.

After a long rest the clothes dried a bit more in the sunlight. Daellas peeked into the forest and got the shivers. "This is elf territory brother." Daellas never trusted elves much, although he was never resentful against them, he merely avoided elves when he could. He has heard the stories about elf sorcery, and how they can mess with the head. The brothers started to pack and venture into the forest.

Mother was buried one week ago. Such a difficult time, yet he must set the mind elsewhere. Daellas looks at the streets of Bree as he strolls through town, he cant help but feel hollow inside. He sees people chatting idly on the market and mutters to himself "I do not belong here". Daellas thinks of his mother, and at the years in Bree that made her lonely and depressed. He looks to the sky "I will not share your fate, mother!".