Love

Arenborn knocked on the door struggling to hide his broad smile. How long had it been? Three months? Four? It felt like it had been far longer. His fingers curled around the small bouquet of flowers he had picked on his way through their little village and he took a deep breath.

It was late when Sera finally returned home to check on her mother. Her unevenly cut hair was a bit disheveled and her tunic somewhat wrinkled. She stepped through the door quietly and tiptoed into the bedroom she shared with her mother, only to find her sound asleep in her bed. She strode over to her mother's bed and pulled the blanket more securely around the sleeping woman's shoulders before moving to return to the main room of the small house, choosing to sit by the still burning embers of the fire. 

I was in the darkness for so long. I didn't know what was going on around me or what was happening to me. There was just cold and nothingness around. I wondered if I really died. There was so silent. I was alone in the darkness and cold but soon I have seen a brink of light somewhere as I started to feel my body again. I felt all the pain and that someone has been touching me. Then I felt something soft, like the stone floor has been replaced with something more comfortable. 

The next day I left for the main land to follow my path until my family house and then further into Middle-Earth. I took a rest near an abandoned house nearby when I heard a familiar voice. As I turned around I found out that my beloved ranger was standing there. I smiled at her for a brief moment and soon enough we started to talk about the abandoned property and soon coming onto the subject of my own family house. "I had a small one in Belfalas.." - I began looking down. The ranger came closer to me inspecting me visually.

The day was passing by, but as it ended I've already seen too much for me to bear. My heart started to beat faster everytime I was thinking about someone. That was it for me, I needed to leave the island for others' sake. I was always able to meet them all on spot for tomorrow's mission. This was my last chance to do this before the task and probably last for the rest of my life. So it was decided. I was left with my last chance but also got a new friend that supported me with it.

Taraborn had never been happier, for he was home.

Not Minas Tirith, where he had spent his childhood with his father, or the Southern reaches of Rohan where he had spent the next few years of his life, learning the way of the soldier. Not even Bree, the town where he had settled down for a few years now. It was the longest he’d stayed in one place since childhood, but no, it wasn’t home.

A song recently heard in a tavern in Dale, accompanied by a simple, a slow but upbeat tune played on a lute by a foreigner.

The lass I love lives far away,

O'er mountains, through the wood,

How many miles I cannot say,

I’d be there now if I could.

Her skin is pale her hair is red,

Like fire in the evening light, 

I only wish to be in bed,

Beside her on this very night.

Her eyes they glisten pale and blue,

Each a bright and dazzling star,