bree land

She was going home.

And thus the last (or maybe not?) journey of the Shadow Walkers began. With Sauron gone, it was like a weight was lifted from their souls. The journey was long but certainly fun in a way and sad in another.

They passed through Gondor, stopping in Bar Hurin, Arnach, Pelargir, Linhir and Lamedon, and they eventually went through the former Paths of the Dead. None of them ever feared this place, whatsoever. In Rohan, they made fewer stops, and they typically stayed in the wild, except that one time they went to an inn in one of the towns and drank some mead together.

The day was darkening and the rain was beginning to cease. The group proceeded forth for many minutes till they found a second Barrow, they have been going for hours without rest but still they wandered forth and delved inwards. As the previous it was cold and filthy, but this had a stair case that led down and turned many times, eventually the stairs changed from rock to wood and down they went till eventually they found flat ground and before them was a tall hallway with many different paths leading here and there.

The soft rain is more a mist, drifting about me. I do not mind it. At times it brings an ache to my leg... but that is so much a part of me now that I rarely heed it.

I have left subtle signs for him. I give him seven days. If he is about, he will find them and come to me on this hill. I think at times he needs no signs deliberately set to find what he wants. I could wander, but in truth it is better he comes to me. I am not chasing him up hill and down dale. He is likely to turn it into a challenge, once he knows I am on his scent.

Now the rain has stopped it is time to move on. The raindrops along the top of the door rest in a line, like sparrows on a branch and glisten enticingly. The beautiful green world is washed and refreshed. Time to go.