beginnings

It was a cold winter, especially moreso in the northern regions such as the woods of Annúndir that resided between the Fields of Fornost and Kingsfell. Despite the temperature, the day was glowing, but the sun hid behind a mask of clouds. It was to be expected as light comes with heat, and if heat was masked so should light.

-3 years, 7 months and 28 days since my departure from Harad.-

Where to start. I have neglected this journal for too long, allowing my head to be completely wrapped around affairs that range from finding new companions and trying to chase those Angmarim as well as fighting with allies concerning this affair.

[The last dot is thicker than most, indicating the quill rested there for a long while.]

-3 years, 7 months and 12 days since my departure from Harad.-

[The handwriting is rushed for this entry, scratched out sentences and words are done so with a certain viciousness. There are inkblots all over the pages. Sometimes the words are nearly impossible to be deciphered and more than once something has been written in a foreign language.]

-3 years, 7 months and 9 days since my departure from Harad.-

Breeland is oddly peaceful. Oddly, as in, compared to my homeworld, these lands are at true peace, despite the troublesome figures that might roam their lands. Yes, Southerners, half-orcs, orcs and other foul things linger around, but it is nowhere near like living close to Mordor. The fact I do not have the stirrings of those dark lands any longer above my head is a great relief and eyeopener.

-3 years, 7 months and 7 days since my departure from Harad.-

The title I decided to bestow upon this entry of the dairy tells quite well about the recent successes the Court has encountered. While I am hardly crying victor, for the work that awaits us is still long and difficult, I cannot help but rejoice about this.

- 3 years, 7 months and 3 days since my departure from Harad.-

My decision to remain here has been sealed. Meeting properly with a few of this town called Bree instead of stalking them, did teach me quite a bit and made me wonder about many things. 

-3 years, 7 months and 2 days since my departure from Harad.-

I've been told that writing helps to arrange one's thoughts. I suppose I can agree with them on this point, however I shall make sure that these observations shall be open to all those in my Court. 

As I sit by the fire at Ost Guruth, the past few days come to me so vividly.

It was only seven days ago I was at home with grandfather, cooking up that eve's meal.  He was in good spirits then, though his back bothered him.  I had him sitting up in his favorite chair, wrapped in a blanket I made for him.  As I handed him the stew, he surprised me with a question.

"Have you ever thought of heading home, child?"