Thoughts of him

Duillaith stands alone near the shores of Lake Evendim, where her better half had been born and had died, his grave a forgotten one to all but herself and daughter.  His memory, his voice and every word that came out of his mouth, haunt her footsteps. She carries it with the burdens of Eriador on her shoulders. Before you stands not only a Ranger, but a woman whom weeps in the deepest depths of her heart. It is often in solitude when her pain reaches for the surface and is exposed. Death is not glorious it is a thief it steals and it shatters hearts, but it is also the gift of Men.