Andrahir

Night was falling on the camp of men not too far overall from Stangard. Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the camp, just close enough to a fire to have enough light to write.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Haldirith. She was again enjoying the calm of the night though this time, she was more worried.

It’s with a nervous gesture that she picked up her journal from her backpack.

“Today was somewhat worrisome.

Lusseriel was sitting next to the fire in Haldirith. She was the only one awake among her companions as far as she could tell.

She quite enjoyed the calm of the night, and she was quietly humming a song as old as herself when she pulled her journal out of her backpack.

Lusseriel was sitting between two tents in the small camp of the rohirrim. She looked weary, as she was trying to just stay sitting as the rohirrim healer applied a suture and bandage to a small but annoying and bleeding wound on her side. She looked at her ankle that was slowly turning a not so fetching shade of purple and sighed.

Lusseriel was sitting on the branch of a tall tree, her bag tied to another branch near her. Her notebook was on her laps, and she felt lucky it was a clear night that day.

“Today was… It was.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Barnavon, wide awake. Nearby she could see one of her companions sleeping. She knew that Ardirien was standing guard nearby.

She picked up her notebook from her backpack and started writing:

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire and trying to enjoy the peace of the night and the sound of the fire nearby, a sound and scent that stayed a comfort through the years. The sky was clear, the rain had finished falling some time ago and in the sky the moon was brightly shining.

Lusseriel was sitting near a fire in a village of Dunland, her favorite weapon on her laps and her notebook over it. She clearly didn’t feel at ease leaving her guard down in this area.

Keeping her attention to what she could hear around her, she nevertheless started to write :

Lusseriel was sitting against a tree, near the village of Llanuch. The sun was slowly setting, and she was enjoying the brisk air and light wind. She had no plan whatsoever to enter Llanuch before it became necessary.

Once the sun was set, she turned her attention back to the journal on her laps and started to write :

Lusseriel was sitting on the ground near Radanir, in the grove of trees. She was looking thoughtful as she used the bit of time she had on her hands to open her journal.

"Today with met with Candaith in that same grove I'm in now, in front of Lhanuch.