Gwenbur is sat on the bed at home in Falathlorn, a single candle illuminating the area.
I have not written in such a long time. I have not had the desire to, I have also been very busy indeed. I spent time in my beloved's homeland, aiding The Malledhrim in their battle against the foul creatures that infest the place. Such sorrow I felt upon landing on the shores of Mirkwood, not only for the people there, but for my husband. This was the place he fell. This was the place where my true love was taken from me. My heart sank. I thought I was going to break down.
She sighs, dipping her quill then continuing to write.
I did not, however. Elamplas was present and I asked him to take me to Telfaras' resting place before we did anything else. The journey there was perilous, but I was determined to be with my husband once again. Hours of walking and running later, we made it to the Dourstocks.
Gwenbur swallows, then takes a deep breath.
There it was, an old graveyard. Not the most pleasant location. Elamplas spoke to one of the Malledhrim guards and then proceeded to lead me to the spot. There he was. My beloved, in the ground before me. He had been buried in the top left-hand corner of the graveyard, with a tattered marker. I felt utter sadness. In a mix of exhaustion and grief, I fell to my knees and wept. I cried for Telfaras, for our love, for our child, for the dreams we held on to that were now gone forever. Elamplas attempted to comfort me all he could. I am thankful.
She closes her eyes for a moment, trying not to cry. She quells her tears, opening her eyes, continuing to write.
I softly muttered a prayer in my native tongue for Telfaras. I leaned down and kissed the headstone. I said my goodbyes and got up, composed myself, then insisted to Elamplas we press on. We had work to do, we were here to offer our weapons in aid. Aid we did. I made sure to slay as many of the foul beasts as I could, especially Orcs. I let my anger rule me for a short time. Perhaps not the best approach, but it helped. I felt a little better afterwards.
Now, I am home. My love has been gone over four months. Since having closure, being able to see his grave; I feel more at peace. I am now able to sleep a full night, I no longer wake up in absolute despair. I serve the Defenders and make jewellery to keep me sane, to keep me focused. Perhaps... my love is helping me too. Perhaps he is looking out for me, somehow. At times when I am alone at home, I sometimes feel as if there is a presence. When I am in bed at night, I sometimes feel like someone's arms are around me, comforting me. Perhaps my Far is still around, in some sense, looking out for his wife. I am unsure.
For once, I see hope.
