The fateless Wanderers

Arthasdir watched Sparrow fall asleep beside him at the new camp as the group was joking to relieve the tension of the long night. Dawn had not yet approached despite the swift ride the Two had undertaken into the Greenway. She had said she intended to gather supplies from one of her hiding places as most of their former camp at Trestlebridge had been destroyed in the attack, but his gut told him to ride after her. She had appeared again just as the attack was launched on the unexpecting city, driving through the enemy lines from the northern side of the bridge.

How life can change in just a matter of moments.A day that started under the light of the warm sun and loving company, ended in darkness and pain.

Yet again it has been a few days since I last wrote in this small book, but it has not been because lack of time, or my life being so dreary that there was nothing to write about.No, I have happily spent all my time with Eredian.I still am.All I have to do is to reach out my hand and he is right there, next to me.

Everything was quiet in the camp in Dol Dinen, the patrols and the guards were consisted of pale and brown orcs. The races learned to work together, under the whip that Osgash used to discipline them each time they fought. Now they mostly snarled at each other or were insulting one another, under a silent pact that they wouldn’t attack each other, they all knew that the Captain would whip them mercilessly.

This one awoke in Mathildah's lap this morning, and found that he had just had one of the best sleeps in his life. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the wounds in his stomach and arm, or the longing to forget about the murder of those Dourhands, but he slept soundly, in the company of the one he cares for.