Æbbe "Gusdig" found himself in the place he called home, one he left roughly around two years ago. Not much have changed if any at all, people gotten older, children gotten taller, life remains yet the same as he recall. Nearing the Guards by the gates he were first looked upon with suspicion, most believed him dead.
Too his surprise, he quickly dismissed such tales but as he encountered those faces he knows and familiar to him, already there were stories about his heroic death. One he found amusing on the long track up towards the Mead hall, told by children. He was out hunting and found himself way beyond the realms of the Mark, dieing in the hands of Elves before taking down a legion of them.
He couldn’t let the mind wonder about such fantasy full tales about his demise, but was quickly put a side as he stood before the bridge in Forlaw which crosses a huge chasm, where on a solitude peek stood the mead hall. A joy rushed through his body, as the wind swept through colder than he recalled. Nothing mattered anymore, the journey home.. Brief stay in Snowbourn, encounter with the rich new upstarts. This was, what he longed for, being among friends and not a stranger for so many others. 
Picture is by Mather - http://www.matherart.com
The song is Eivør - Trøllabundin Faroese album Slør - Lyrics arn't mean to be Rohirrim or upset the lore set by Tolkien, merely a song to set the theme in this tale.
