painful memories

"Rest your weary soul,  I shall keep you safe instead."  The beginning of a single song, resting on her ears.  Although the singer was no longer there.  Seated in a chair at her small home outside of Bree-town, it was quiet with only the sound of the evening, spring breeze whistling through the window of her bedroom.  She envisioned her Mother walking briskly in a large scholar's archive, she would often sing as she sought forgotten lore.