By the fire Deorgast sat, near his tent set in the Old Forest. He had just crossed the borders of The Shire to observe the river that flows under the Brandywine Bridge, under heavy rain that fell through all morning.
Deor found it was better for him to go and hunt in the Old Forest that day, since he was looking for pelts. He ended up shooting a big bear , one that took him about 30 minutes to skin. However, he had now a pelt that would get him some coin when he would get back to town.
Under the huge trees that sheltered him from the heavy ran, Deor pulled his small leathery journal and started writing, his soaked feet warmed by the fire.
"Well, it seems we cross paths again, old friend. Apologies for not using my pen in a while, I've been to busy using my bow instead. But it now needs some rest, and you need some updates. I don't even know why I write this, maybe it's just boredom taking over me or I feel like someone could find this upon my death and read about the great tales of the mighty bowman of Rohan, Deorgast (In case you can't hear or see, I'm laughing at my own idiocy now) The horse lord to whom his horse rarely obeys, this old mule.
But what happened in these last few days?
Well, first of all, I got back from Rohan, and people seem to confuse me with a ghost. I was presumed dead around here, and my friends seem to be grateful that I'm here well and alive, which is the greater of gifts that they could give to me. However, life isn't flowing that well, since death can find it's way between any corridor of joy, since our great Captain Hardoleth passed away this week. A great and noble man, and to whom I swear eternal loyalty, even after his death. I'll make sure I carry on doing what's best for the company, by his will.
With the Captain's death, Fiontann has now double the responsabilities in the Dawn, and the same goes to Hyrien. Can you believe it? That idiot, the man in front of the company, ordering me around. An idiot I'll gladly ever trust and give my life for. An idiot who is capable of putting his life on the line for his kinsman, a quality I have always admired in him. As I did with the Captain, I swear eternal loyalty to my dear friend, Fiontann, and he knows he has my bow to help him shoot down all the obstacles in his path.
And Neyaa? There's one I haven't seen in months... I heard her and the Captain were no longer together, so I hope she and her son are well. I still owe her son a lesson or two with the bow. (Not to shoot down animals, in case you ever read this Neyaa!) I'm eager to see her, I have yet to meet her child. Another person I'll gladly give my life for, and protect.
Well, this is beautiful out here. Who would have thought, that after all my time as a Rohirrim soldier I'd be happier living a simple life here in the wild?
For long my decisions have haunted me, but I live an happy life now, a simple man with no decisions to take. I wish only to do as I'm told, be it by nature or my company.
Where are now the horse and the rider, that for so long have lingered in the green hills of their land?"
