Of Peace, Entery One

Entery one, dated 30th of July, The Third Age of Middle Earth I offten look apon my body after I wash and I look at the scars I have earnt in Battle. All I have done, all my years of Warfare, and I cannot see myself stettling down with Lessel and Bellewing. I picture it, as if it was painted to me by another, and I cannot stop myself from woundering, what if this was attacked? Where could I put a wall? Where are my Battle-Brothers? *The writting here seems to have been written much later, maybe a day or more later* Dated 31st of July, The Third Age of Middle-Earth I promised I would stettle down once the War was over. I promised I would be the father Lessel needed, not wanted. Everytime I look at her, I want to hug her and tell her how much I love her, and how I want her to go home and sit this War out. But she is so much like me, and has her mothers methods of driving me mad and making me agree with her. If I swore an Oath to live in peace, and died in Battle...I do not want to even think about it... What could I do in peace? Become a black-smith? Then what? Become useless old war-horse who tells tales to childerin and young men? I weep for my life to be...But for Lessel and Bellewing, I will do it. Bellewing is older then Lessel, so at least I won't leave her without family. Bellewing is brave and knows how to look after herself and others, and maybe she could join me and Lessel. And of Gilendil? My son by Lithduel, An Elf? Do I leave him in Eriador... *The words have two lies though them, as if trying to get rid of them* Gilendil has been moved once before, and I will not move him again. He stays were he is, and we shall have a picknec with him the day before we leave...*Tear drops fall on this page* I will miss him greatly, and I will return to Eriador of the place were he is burryed on his brithday. That I swear, son! Entrey ends, dated 31st of July, Third Age of Middle Earth