nature

Starmere shining silver bright,

Across long watches of the night,

Countless gems of purest light,

Sunk still ‘neath sea, lost save by sight.

Star-near hanging nigh and low,

O’er looming hill of wound and woe.

Soft sweet songs of birds drift slow

near shore, notes none other now know.

Star-clear cold, as dreamless sleep,

Rolls over darkened fathoms deep.

The feast was quite fulfilling, so was the rest. We went south, following one of the rivers which flowed into Eregion and the Trollshaws. From there I sent Varni and Alimaenda(both equally knowledgeable in herb-lore) into the forest(which was quite near the river) to gather herbs, spices, and other things that may prove fruitful. I was quite pleased when they returned, their bags were filled with various herbs, few spices, apples and other fruits.

Alfirin like to golden bells

On plains of fairest Lebennin

with many of its sisters dwells

Fraethwyn leaned heavily against the oaken doorway, peering into the deepening dusk. “Where could he be?” she murmured under her breath. A strong calloused hand rested itself on her shoulder.

“He will be back soon. He always is.”

“I know, but… why does he insist on staying out so late?” She laid her own hand on that of her husband’s, who stood behind her. “It’s not safe…” she said, her voice barely a whisper.