And I here I am, stuck back in bree-land yet again. After all these years of being down south in Gondor, doing my duty as a solider, working my way through the ranks. Hard work, twas all i ever gave and after all of which i had suffered and gained down there, i was to be called back home again. Home to do what was expected of me, to run the family business while my bloody father was off lording it up all over middle-earth. I tired and tried to convince him to leave me in the south but it was hopeless, father and his strong will never broke, it was inevitable...Northward bound.
So there I was, laying down my armor for a final time in the white city. Was a moment of deep sadness for myself, having made many friends and learnt much in that city, now to be leaving it without much notice or time to say farewell to my friends..There I was, saddled up at the front gate of the city, saddled and packed for a journey, little did I know that a man that my father had sent for me, was to bring me to the coast of Ithilien. By this point I was not sure, although...after sometime of thought on the back of my horse, it clicked...I was to board my fathers ship and sale north, simply the thought of the open water made me sick a little in the back of my throat, but there was no turning back.
There i was...sitting on bench in some little run down coastal fishing village, watiing for the boat to be ready for me to step aboard, apparently they did not want me to be harmed with all the moving of the cargo, bah! Father gives his men orders which make me look like a child. The cargo would be blades in which my father had sent down along with the boat to sell to the white cities guard After a considerable amount of more waiting and waiting until finally i was to step aboard the ship, casting off not soon after,..northward bound.
Sitting in my fathers quarters in the ship, swaying back and forth, feeling my stomch churn..Not wink that night. I felt like i needed to get out of cramped room and onto the deck. I sat up all night, leaned against a couple of barrels, looking out onto the star filled night, thinking mostly, whistling the odd tune. Speaking with a few of the night crew. Bored stiff as we sailed on. But after a few sleep deprived nights, we had arrived. Jumping off the side of the boat with a content yet tiresome look upon my face, greeted by none of ther than, the high and might Lord Afeldred and his ten personal guards, My arse of a father, I was greeted with a angery face and a slap to the side of the head. Maybe, now that im back, il show the family who i really am and what i can really do. In could time i would hope to be, yet again, Southward bound, to where i belong.
