Love

Dear diary

How cold the crimson was upon my skin.

How loud the crying that came from my mouth.

How bright the colours that came into my eyes.

How warm the blanket wrapped around my body.

How gentle the sway of her loving cradle.

How soothing the sound of her heart's soft beat.

How beautiful the sound of her calm voice.

Haedley hurried off through the streets of Harwick, not even noticing that he had forgotten his armour in his witlessness. His mind was a mess and he had not even time to think of it. His mind was now bent onto the worry of what may become of him, and on top of it all he was hungry. His blonde braid was bobbing upon his back and some folk turned to greet him, but he did not notice at all. Then soon he arrived at the path to the Mead Hall and skid into a stop, now calming down and gasping for breaths as he approached. 

She beheld him, her cheeks blazed red with blush, and needless to say that his did too. Both in shock; neither had words, neither knew what to say. However, some one had to break the silence or the awkwardness of the moment, Haedley wished to nestle  deeper beneath his blanket like a turtle that could hide in its shell when faced with danger. It was an awkward exchange of stares, and both of them felt it.

These days have been full of blessings and good news. Rosiebell writes me back!, after all these days she finally managed to communicate with me even with all the slaughter happening to the east. She was fine and even healthy, she said to me that she will back soon. I'm very happy of this!

Then suddenly a familiar voice called out from above,
"You!"

The Blooming

Chapter II

Flowers of the Spring

The Blooming

Chapter I

It was a night a couple of weeks ago; I was on my first job as an bodyguard in my entire life. A maiden was getting hunted by some kind of bad guys, i don't know, the fact is that It was a hell of a day. Some crazy young woman tried to strike her with a knife. Glad that she failed, but I didn't notice that. The captain of her house was mad, and shouted against me while I was in shock.

I ask of you to only accept my love, I ask not that you love me.
I ask of you to release the grab you have of my heart, I ask you not to embrace it.
I ask of you to free me of your spell, I ask not that you shall bind me.

Bree, maybe this was not so great idea to settle here where eastern practices are so new to this folk. Book of Pleasing, that set up practice of companions and entertainers in Gondor, is largely unknown here. Someone called Maedlyn a wench last night, such disgrace! I can only comfort my little songbird they are ignorant fools, not knowing of what is meaning of our practice of Pleasing.