I know I rarely take you out of your hiding spot, but I felt I wanted to show you something. Well, I know you can't actually see the area around you, but the thought of writing in you at a specific location is close enough to showing you. This is the area I lived before I moved in with Ross. I know, it is a bit cold here, very cold. That's thanks to time, which has ruined what was the ceiling of the ruins. So now it is just cold stone covered in snow. It was like that when I lived here, almost freezing me to death several times. Yet I still love coming here. You can see far off into the distance and no one comes here. It is completely quite and tranquil. I guess that's why I loved it to begin with.
Anyways, you may be wondering why I brought you here, what makes today so special. It was this day several years ago that Cuilelass found me. Have I ever told you about my childhood? Well, when I was a baby, my real parents abandoned me in the snow by the river outside of Bree. Below the bridge there. Cuilelass found me, but she couldn't tell my age because I was so malnourished. She assumed I was just one or two at the time. Anyways, she took me in. Cuilelass has a small house in Bree, which she doesn't use anymore. That's where her and Maydawn lived. Cuilelass always tells me May gave me my name, she thought it sounded pretty. When I was about six or seven, Cuilelass moved to Rivendell,. I grew up there, in Rivendell. May lived with us for a little while in Rivendell, and she was probably my best friend.
I was twelve when I got the scars on my face, have I told you about that? I'll tell you some other time. I was about nineteen or twenty when I moved to Bree, which was a few years ago. But the point of the story is that today is the anniversary of Cuilelass finding me beside the river. I guess that means today is my birthday since I don't have a real birthday. Though I never celebrate it like some people do. To me it's the anniversary of my parents abandoning me. Days like this I rather just sit quietly away from others. Hence why I am writing in you at the old ruins and why I've written much more than I normally do.
I feel I should stop rambling to you. You are probably bored out of your mind hearing my sob story. I say we both just sit here silently together. At least you won't force me to talk, unlike most people I know.
