The travel

I have reached Enedwaith two days ago. Trollshaws were tough and with a stroke of bad luck, I had to stay hungry for a while. I dared not set snares and dared not travel overnight, for the trolls are too dangerous for a single woman to tackle. I've slept through the night instead, camouflaged in narrow passages, where they couldn't reach me even if I was spotted. Cramped spcaes are awful, but I am glad I do not fear them like some do.

Eregion was simple compared. Despite talks of elves in the area, I have yet to see one. I have met at least five people who claimed to see an elf - the last two alone within this year, them being the ranger who stayed at my home, and that doctor I saved from a snare in the forest's hunting grounds. Perhaps, once I return to Bree for winter, I should hover around his soothery. Meeting an elf is one of the wonders I always wanted to experience, even since my mother told me about them in the young days.

Mentioning mother and my youth reminded me of old Oakenhaft. Amusingly enough, I am currently not far off where mother left me with him for training those twenty summers ago. I wonder if he lives and how he fares.
Actually, I do believe he lives. Much of what I know I owe to him - including my habit of using bones to craft, the very one that baffles people when they realise. And now after so many years, I finally understand the secret of his bone belt buckle. I wonder if he'd repeat that riddle were I to meet him again?

It is still a couple moons before the winter sets in. I shall try to find the man and meet him again. Now that I bear a name of my own, perhaps I can share it with him, if the age hadn't robbed him of wit. I believe it didn't, but it's best to be prepared.
At dawn, I return to Dunland.