North then, and further north into the snow. I am unsure whether this is fear or excitement. Snow. I would go, even if I were alone. The work must be done.
I am glad I am not alone. One last check of gear, here at Ost Forod. I hope I have it all aright - I know about snow.. but I do not know it. Imagine being so cold... but I cannot imagine it. I am glad I am not alone. I have to trust that he will ensure I have what I need.
Trust. After what he revealled, that he befriended me in order to report on me at the request of these wardens. I would not read the report, though he offered it. I could not bear to read cold words assessing me, picking apart every day and night we spent at the lake, laying them out stripped of any meaning. I trusted him. He repays my test of him, with a bitter test of his own.
My anger and hurt has no real place, surely. He did only what I would have done, were he the unannounced stranger. It was ... correct, appropriate, necessary. I can repeat the cold words to myself, to Olwing, sworn to Gondor. She knows it is true. But I trusted him. And now I place my life in his hands, for I am sure that alone I could not survive such an alien place. No summer sun, no scented oranges, no fountains.
What can I do, I return again to trust him. There is an ache in me to do so. I do not want to open my eyes and find him untrustworthy. He says that the sky is green, over the snow.
