Father

A poem Syllea wrote for the one who cares for her most, Demlemoth.

Tall as a tree,

But snuggly as a puppy.

Strong as a mountain,

Kind as a friend.

The bright afternoon sun shone down onto Hookworth as Arenborn strolled leisurely through the village, breathing in the warm summer scents. He made his way along the well-maintained paths to the Sizzling Turtle Tavern and strolled through the grass to sit at the base of one of the tall trees in the yard and settled between two large roots.

He had put on the clothes he had for formal ceremonies and meetings, he polished his boots, straps, clasps, the sword and mostly the cane that was going to be in his hand mostly before heading to Bree. Then he went straight to the barber to have his long beard trimmed as he always has it but this time it was a special occasion, so he went to a barber to make sure that he would take good care of it, then he had him take care of his hair, after a long time he had to do that, cut some hair a little, as long as his beard. Once ready he slowly made his way to the Boar Fountain and waited.

After a long day and after managing to solve an issue with Gaeded and Athlenah Fiontann managed to invade the Barracks, after having them give hands or kiss or whatever they do when people make up.

„When the wolves of Angamando tear your flesh apart and break your bones, and devour your intestines you will think about me, Macilvelco, Yonya. You will understand my words… but it will be too late by then.“

Goblets are raised!

"A laita tárienna!"

Mighty are their voices -

“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,

“How can it be? For my love to die?

How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh. 

I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,