When we think about our home, we think about a place with peace, one place that we feel comfortable and why not, very happy. I remember some words that Rosie told me the last time i saw her: "I thought that you have a home when you have children, wife and a good job to live".
I never understood what was home in my tender ages. For me, my old master was everything (kind of a father, a light in miles of shadows), but usually we were traveling along the land without a certain destiny. My whole outside life when i was a kid lasted just few minutes playing with others kids around the inn, but nothing else. Only when i had twenty years old we had a house near Bree, where he lived until they day of his death.
"Home" is a strange word for itself. He usually said that "home is not a place, but a state of our soul", and i can't say a word that is against that idea, because is kind of true for me. The Dawn is a good home to talk, to live, but for me, is just a place to talk, not to live.
So i wanted to be at home again... I don't know... but the Lone Lands is just like my home. I don't bother about the danger, but the last time i wandered there, I felt such loneliness and silence that... I felt like home, so I'll stay wandering the Land for just a couple of weeks, maybe later I'll come back to the Dawn...
So here i am, in the middle of nowhere, just near of Weathertop... I made a fireplace for the night, and i don't worry about the orcs near the zone, they know my face, they know that i can defeat them easily... sometimes i think if humans are worst than many species, for have the choose of being good or evil...
