I write this on a night not far too dreary. When my brothers and sisters in arms rest their heads and I raise mine. We left for Cliving but yesterday morn'.
I do not write often, nor with a clear head. Only do I write when something is on my mind, I have been tasked with a duty unto which I must fulfill. The safety of another, one who I care much for. A sweet lass who does not see danger before her, but opportunity.
Yet this night we sung, the lament of the Rohirrim. A remembering of all of those who have fallen for our lands. Who sacrificed much, so that others might have peace. It seems song comes natural to Gamforth and I. Though I fear it lifted my spirits, and laid down the others. I know that those who have fallen would not want us who are alive to fret over them.
We are to fulfill their dying wishes, and bring peace once again to our beautiful home-land.
Haneth
