death

Dark clouds hung in the air like a vast cape over the world, “A storm is coming…” mumbled a man with dark leather armour at the front of a company of men, he drew his hood up and bowed his head down as a gust of cold wind hit them. A Wall of pouring water was visible rushing towards them. It his them like a thousand icy daggers hit them, nature had no mercy.

"Hear my laughter, not my feet.

As they run before me

hear them bleat.

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"For my laughter cares not,

for their running cries sound

as their blood does clot.

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"Hear the draw string thwak!

Day turns black!

With feathered arrows in their back!

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"I bear no ill thought,

With nobody around to comfort my grief and soothe the pain I feel in my heart and my body, I carry a faint hope this diary will help shoulder my discomforts. When time offers itself to me, I will write my story here, so that it too shall know the truth about me, and my experiences.

Caspier Redain opened her eyes and almost instantly wished that she hadn't. Being awake meant being away from the dreams of Fellicity when they were young and innocent or the warm, careless dark of deep, dreamless sleep. Death. That would be a dark, dreamless sleep away from the cares of the world. She craved death and avoided it. She was determined not to succomb  to it. Not yet. Redain dragged herself to her feet somehow. Every movement was an effort of both body and willpower. It hurt! Everything she did caused so much pain. How weak had she become?

It was a bright day in Imladris Eradris was inside the last homely house, saying farewell to her fellow elves.

Her day had finally come to pick up where her father left off and take leadership of a great band of couragious warriors from the kinship, The Forgotten Warriors.

Since this time Eradris has had been on many travels both alone and with her trusted allys.

She is now the leader of the Wardens of Lorien, a great warband of elves and a few trusted few as allys to work together in patrolling the borders of Lothlorien to keep to keep her kind safe from harm.

Hello me deario! Long time no speaky! Well...this last little while has been interesting to say the least. No, interesting is the wrong word and I'm not sure what the true word is to the point where I may just make one up. Figolop! That's the perfect word! So this last little while has been very figolopish which has been a real pain in the artichoke. Where to even begin? I guess it all started when Dessmond asked for a quiet word with me in the Pony.

I woke up two morning ago to find myself in bed, next to me lie a pale lady, I could hardly recognize her .

It all started three days ago, the night before the next morning, a morning I will never forget.

I came home from Forochel, what a day, I was too tired, my body frozen, my mind shrouded, as soon as I entered our home I felt as if the weight of the world was released, here I'm at my Senctuary.

((Music by Thao Nguyen Xanh. This piece is only used for private, non-profit purposes. No copyright intended.))

Low Hollin, Fourth Age 72