(( i will simply keep the rest of the notebook pages and paintings on the red company forum under the topic journals))
I am not sure if all stories begins when it feels like the end but perhaps there is something about the first word in each story that makes you wonder if all stories will turn out to be an adventure on it's own.
Each word feels like a small step as when you turn the page in a book the foot steps continues.
I can imagen pebbles on a beach represents words that somehow has turned into a tale on it's own.
Dearest notebook
It was another day in the garden in Dol Amroth i was overlooking the bay as i had recently returned from another patrol. I felt rather weary and tired as all i could do was to gaze upon the sheer beauty the day brought. The sun reflected upon the grace city brought like it was competing with the breathtaking simplicity the sea was bringing. " what is a ranger doing so far away.. ?" a soft voice i somehow felt connected to brought me back to the present. A tall man with grey eyes with and messy dark hair and dusty worn travelling cloths slowly approached me with care as he felt and knew there was no time to make hasty moves. " you know me..." he turned his face and looked upon me for a brieth moment with a tired soft glimt in his eyes " yes i do"
Memories of the past slowly came back to me when he reached out his strong hand and introduced himself. I glanced upon his warm presence while i allowed my hand slip into his in a soft handshake. I knew him from the letters we had sent to eachother. Aeruthuil a captain i once had offered my bow to but left behind when i failed to see the point how i could be useful for the band. Here he was reaching out for me and convinced me to return with him to the rural landscape that i had left behind some time ago. I find once again laying my eyes upon the green landscape which i never thought i was going to see again while spending the first evening not to far from the Midgewater marches curled up in the bedroll trying to grasp the moment without much success. The feeling of having the time shifting seem to be part of the picture while images and impressions passing by in haste.
Dearest notebook perhaps it's time to get some rest i will leave to check the outer farmsteads in the morning. Aeruthuil words about the threat made me worried.
Goodnight my dearest friend...
