Dear notebook
The storm has passed and left the camp with little no left to salvage.
My mind drift while every bit of my body feel sore.
Nad dithen...*runs her dirty hands over her face while she looks rather tired before she continue writing*
Lilta and i have been trying to clear out the most and i have managed to find some solid dry wood to rebuild the shelter.
The modest feeling to witness such untamed natural force take action just knowing it can easily blow out all the lights and life within makes your heart bow in endless respect.
By the time it was as if the winds were whispering "Le onen guil hen, le velt farn a chuinad han..." while it left us alone with just few cuts and bruises.
While i was tending to our wounds this morning i noticed the among of medical supplies had grown rather thin.
That leads to write down another thing to the growing list.
The pure peaceful rays of the morning sun kissed away the tiresome thoughts earlier and gave the comfort in a soft spoken way while it hinted the peaceful Ethuil was not all that far away.
Ethuir was already humming it's song "ú i vethed nâ i onnad"among the slumbering terrain preparing it slowly for what's ahead.
While i was fetching water from the river i saw some tracks of the wild life leading further into the woods.
It would seem a pack of wolves was on patrol.
There has not been any news from Bill and Toby as i can only imagine they were forced to find a safe place while the storm was shattering everything in it's way.
I just can't deny the worrisome feeling ...
Perhaps i should try to return to Bree as soon as i have managed to rebuild the camp just incase any message has been delivered.
Well my dearest friend i better find some rocks to build a small wall to have a better chance to make a stand just incase the pack will pick up our scent.
Just a moment ago when i allowed myself brief respite to set my eyes upon the horizon i realized it was nearly midday.
Without taking notice almost a day has passed so i better find us something to eat as soon as i am done.
Perhaps there is a chance to get some rest before we are about to leave...
*closes her eyes for a few and leans her forehead to the nearest tree while whispering in a spiritless tone .. " am man i dúath....bain sûl erio thûl lín i faer hen.." before she closes her notebook and walks down to the river*
