Im... going to write about ones childhood... It should be nice to get this part on paper.
I have a vivid memory of a day in rohan, I was at the age of ten, Gallius and Annastaysia just reaching the age of nine.
One morning I was woken in my bunk, the servant of our house, an old lady woke me, offering me a letter... it was a rather clean parchment, just a wax stamp, rather regal, the crest of House Hawthorn. I held it my hand was quivering, I could not even blink... breathe.
My daze was swiftly broke as my younger brother dropped from the top bed.
Gallius pointed to the letter. "Whats that Ty', are you ment to have that?" he laughed lightly, wiping the tiredness from his eyes.
I simply nodded, before hiding the letter away in the pocket of my jacket without a word.
We all sat at the breakfast table, Gallius teasing Anna as always, we got word from out aunt that our tutor was ill and we had the day too ourselves. Me and Gallius looked at eachother in joy. Me and my brother took of into the village My arm around the slightly smaller sibling as we laughed on our way there, We saw this old grumpy fella which gaze us the filthiest of looks every morning, that day, we took revenge. Tylan wandered over in the bustlin' street. "Oi, You!" I said... the old grump replyied with a nasty little glare, he stood towering before me, covering in dirt, with a greasy old wisp of a beard. "Wha' you want ya' litt' Rat." he spoke to me. As I made idle conversation, generally teasing the man, Gallius slipped behind the man, taking a rather facy pipe we had seen before, once in his posession. gallius cralwed into a ball just behind the mans feet. Once I saw Gallius in postion I rammed the man with all my force, he was shifted over Gallius landing flat on his back. I swiftly helped my brother up, and we dashed off, down back alleys, the old coot screeching as he chased us, once we lost him we sat on a cosy patch of hay crying our eyes out in laughter.
The day went on... we just explored the town playing with other children. until we reached the evening, we was meant to be home, but we was not of course... We sat on a rural hill just outside of the village, looking up at the stars, we built a small fire, we even tried to smoke our newly obtained pipe. we failed miserably, choking on it... I think gall still has that fancy pipe today as it goes... Anyway, we sat by the fire, as I took out the letter from the morning, we both looked at it curiously. I opened it, it was a letter hand written by my father... I read it out, Gallius listened intently. The Letter said: "To my son, Tylan. I hope you are well in Rohan, and your aunt is treating you all well, I just want you to know, I am proud of you, I will always love you, no matter how you turn out, your brother and sister too. you have two more siblings here in Eriador now. Savela, she is five, the cutest little girl you will ever see, and Lucren, he is two, a bundle of joy, your mother never lets him go. I am sorry to inform you... You can not yet return to Eriador, it remains unsafe for my heir to be here, soon, you will be ready, an return a man. Yours. Emdar Hawthorn. My heart sunk as I read the letter, my emotions mixed, I laid awoke that whole night by the fire, Gallius sleeping beside me, his small dribbling face on my shoulder.
We all sat at the breakfast table, Gallius teasing Anna as always, we got word from out aunt that our tutor was ill and we had the day too ourselves. Me and Gallius looked at eachother in joy. Me and my brother took of into the village My arm around the slightly smaller sibling as we laughed on our way there, We saw this old grumpy fella which gaze us the filthiest of looks every morning, that day, we took revenge. Tylan wandered over in the bustlin' street. "Oi, You!" I said... the old grump replyied with a nasty little glare, he stood towering before me, covering in dirt, with a greasy old wisp of a beard. "Wha' you want ya' litt' Rat." he spoke to me. As I made idle conversation, generally teasing the man, Gallius slipped behind the man, taking a rather facy pipe we had seen before, once in his posession. gallius cralwed into a ball just behind the mans feet. Once I saw Gallius in postion I rammed the man with all my force, he was shifted over Gallius landing flat on his back. I swiftly helped my brother up, and we dashed off, down back alleys, the old coot screeching as he chased us, once we lost him we sat on a cosy patch of hay crying our eyes out in laughter.
The day went on... we just explored the town playing with other children. until we reached the evening, we was meant to be home, but we was not of course... We sat on a rural hill just outside of the village, looking up at the stars, we built a small fire, we even tried to smoke our newly obtained pipe. we failed miserably, choking on it... I think gall still has that fancy pipe today as it goes... Anyway, we sat by the fire, as I took out the letter from the morning, we both looked at it curiously. I opened it, it was a letter hand written by my father... I read it out, Gallius listened intently. The Letter said: "To my son, Tylan. I hope you are well in Rohan, and your aunt is treating you all well, I just want you to know, I am proud of you, I will always love you, no matter how you turn out, your brother and sister too. you have two more siblings here in Eriador now. Savela, she is five, the cutest little girl you will ever see, and Lucren, he is two, a bundle of joy, your mother never lets him go. I am sorry to inform you... You can not yet return to Eriador, it remains unsafe for my heir to be here, soon, you will be ready, an return a man. Yours. Emdar Hawthorn. My heart sunk as I read the letter, my emotions mixed, I laid awoke that whole night by the fire, Gallius sleeping beside me, his small dribbling face on my shoulder.
