Silverstream

The night-terrors plaguing him since Gondor had faded and peeled back since his visit with the strange Bree-woman and with Reviadir. They were not gone, but far rarer so that they were not a key feature of his life, privately, anymore. He knew when he was ready for further healing, he could find it.

The Great Eel Hunt was the crowning achievement of his new clan. The houses were underway. Slowly but surely, his people were learning one another and finding peace.

His people? Peace? Had he really done this?

Ryheric received a letter after a difficult day and with some heaviness and finality in his heart. He opened it once delivered by the runner.

He was slow at reading it, but reading was a skill recently learned he was grateful for. It was often difficult to believe he could do such an amazing thing. He enjoyed reading immensely despite his slowness.