He sat in his chair, leaning on the armrest and looking at the letter in his hands. He could hear Sybri in the kitchen, and smelled the flavouring of her cooking.
'So much had happened', he thought.
The past weeks had come and passed like a storm. He had found love and comfort. He had married, and become a strong part of the Rohirric community under his friend Awiergan. Though in that storm not only good things had entered his life. Many friends of his had left the community, even Awiergan, who had received call from a high Lord who had given him purpose. And that purpose, was what Wulfthred himself was still looking for.
He had realised that his journey back to Rohan would be difficult to impossible, and at the same time, dire news of stirrings in the north reached Bree-Land. And in all this, he had received a letter.
On the envelop, there was nothing but his name. It was sealed by blue wax, in shape of a star. He had opened it carefully, and read it several times, not understanding its words at first.Yet it seemed, purpose had finally found him, and on the morrow he would leave for the Ered Luin and Celondim, to find his destiny…
