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The second set of images I have happened some few years later. It was after Dol Guldur, after I had left Imladris to attend my injured Grandmother at the coast. It was after we had sought each other out again, and indeed, finally understood that we wanted to be together. It was at Numenstaya, the home and sanctuary we were building, with aid from some others.
Was it actually a wrecking or merely an 'accident'. Whatever it was, I was again unintentionally the cause. Or perhaps it was 'we'?
She wasn't too happy with the portrait I drew of her, so she actually sought me years later and demanded I'd make a new one. This is her face, striding through my garden to pound upon my poor ill-used doorframe.
((more than a year old pencil sketch))
Again, I woke up underneath the same ruins. In front of me laid a piece of Bread. Everytime i woke up, there was a piece of bread. I even tried to stay awake to see who gave me that. But I didn't got any when I did. The only way I was getting any food, was to sleep. Though it was not hard to guess who gave me this, it probably be the same elf I met a week ago at the Southern gate. So far I managed to explore Bree-town. Nothing special if you ask me, but still it had potential. I had to go home though, But how? I asked myself.
I met this young warrior girl, can you imagine it, a mere GIRL traipsing around in all that armour. She didn't seem to mind it though, and she was happy to sit down for tea and some cakes. I made a couple sketches of her in my notebook for remembering. This was her face when I first met her (or bumped into).
((Testing gallery uploading with some old doodles of mine))