memories

(read this story first to understand better)

Present days, along the coast of Forlindon

It has become more frequent again.
Half-blood Dunedain seem to be popping out of the ground like cabbages on a farm. 
It saddens me to see that we need to relay on these ''impure'' Dunedain for survival but it is what Halbarad wants. 
I can not blame him..... Our ranks are thinning out so quickly that becoming extinct is now a real threat. 

So here I am, Tinnudir after all those years. This place means much to me as this is the only place I really call home. It might be weird for a traveller like me to call 'a town' home but I was born here. Many years passed since I last have seen the Nenuial Lake and walked these paths. Yet I have no time to enjoy it all. We will leave this town in the morning and sail towards the ancient city of Annuminas. So many things to do and not enough time for anything. It makes me sad but I know that someday I will return and settle down in these lands.

As i made my way around Bree today, doing my usually rounds, i saw a young boy and his father at the market, around the Boar Fountain. I stopped, and watched them walk around, inspecting the various goods. At one point, the boy spied me, and hid behind the father, peeking from behind his legs. After i finished my patrol, i decided to take a walk, to my father's old house. About two hours later, i found myself sitting on my old bed, in my old room, crying over an old, tattered book. My father's journal. I finally dried my eyes, and opened the book, at a random spot.

"And now you forgot all about me again," grumbled Ameren when her sword easily slipped past Havaldr's shoddy attempt of a block, letting the flat side of the blade smack down on his arm. "Back to the start."

She padded silently through the hallway, one hand on the wall to keep herself from stumbling in the darkness. A noise from up ahead caused her to halt mid-step, her heart racing. She didn't dare to breathe, her eyes opened wide to try and detect whatever it was.

*The entry is five pages after the last one. The page is clean but in a beige color by the time passed and the letter are recognizable, clean and legible, contrasting the others entries. It occupies about three pages*