263 days untill Durin's day.
Not A day goes by with ou missing you m'dear Brulda.
Where to begin? Well the beginning I suppose. Today was, rather wonderful. I woke up early in the comfort of my small dwelling deep with in the mountain. My face warm from the fire, my heart at rest and my mind at ease. I could hear the snoring from the other room and decided to go for A breather and find us something to eat.
I swear my dwelling is getting cleaner by the day since my companion.
I have grown rather fond of her. Although it might sound selfish I am quite happy keeping her to my self. She shares A good talk, makes A good meal and keeps my mind on the now instead of the past. Her words are beginning to grow on me as well, her Numénorian ways of doing impressing me over and over again. She has proven to be A very reliable Allie and A good friend.
After I walked away from the great market I met with some Human merchants, one was in possession of A Human made Dress, I'd sure hope she would appreciate the fact I am trying to make her stay more easy. I have also decided to give her an Kinsmen ring. This should allow her, and those she travels with to be helped by any of Durin's Folk who cross her paths.
After a wonderful morning walk I returned to my companion who was enjoying the view beneath the mountain. Although she is a full grown Numénorian Lady, her childish sense of wonder warms my heart. Sharing the experience with some one so full of wonder has been an eye opener for this old man. Seeing some one else happy has done much for my own happiness and thus I am thriving with in her company.
I decided to take her out fishing today, some challenge will keep her sharp. I have ashamed my own kin by loosing A game I my self invented, thus I will not mention what the wager was we put on it. She has overcome her illness and we will be ready to return soon.
Saying goodbye to my companion will prove allot harder then I intent to. But I might not have to, she has offered me A stay in her dwelling back in Breeland. A fast improvement from the camp I stayed at during my previous stay.
After A good conversation whilst fishing I shared my wisdom with her about losing those we love, I could see her heart was heavy during the exchange of words but I ended up lowering my own spirits instead of lifting hers.
Although our short respite from the evil of the world has done us booth good, my heart has grown heavy of the prospect of returning my newly found Companion to battle in the North. I have grown protective of her, and have even been granted the title of friend of the Dunédian. I short feeling of pride came over whilst she granted the title.
Whilst enjoying our little world my beard is starting to itch. My sense of duty coming ever closer. I have been stalling myself and my companion for to long. It is time to gather up arms and travel back North again. I have promised the Captain of my companion I would join the effort against the evil that has invested those lands. And I intend to do so. Although I have been stalling us for my own selfish reasons, it has also granted me time to spread the word about the battle in the North. I will lead those who are willing to join in to the North. Dwarves marching down from the Mountains. A sight not seen for nearly an age. I have started to wax my great hammer and have sharpened my dagger. Whilst at peace A Dwarf prepares for war.
"The Horns of Durin will sounds through the Hills of Ashenfall, the Sons charging those who have wronged them, and their hammers,axes and swords filling the air with the sound of war. Beware those who have wronged the Khazad, because they neither forget nor forgive."
Even though my old age will not allow me to be the manice on the battlefield I once was. I am looking forward to the show the Dunédain why the Dwarves gained such A fierce reputation. I will make sure non of the "Lonelanders" will forget the roar of Belodin son of Grepin! The itch beneath my beard is growing harder to ignore, it is time to march to war!
baruk khazâd! khazâd ai-mênu!
