Reflection

"You need to keep your rest, mister. " The old man looked up at the ceiling while hearing the woman talk. A think blanket covered the elderly man and a wet cloth was laying on his forehead. "I don't think that I have the strength to defy you." His speech was grizzled and showed a glint of the speaker's origin, something that he did not want to let know in normal circumstances. The woman that sat at his bedside took the wet cloth from the forehead of her patient. She drenched the object in a nearby bucket before placing it on the old man's forehead again.

Wardris sat down on the log before the campfire in the middle of the night, alone he stared into the sparkling flames as he reflected on the last couple of days, nay... weeks.

He remember the day in June where he was offered a job to be a smith for the Rohirrim. it was an offer he couldn't refuse, even though he didn't ask for paymen, only for three meals a day.

Hello there, I bring you all a small analysis of the nature of Daerundros and Minyelaire's friendship. This includes Daer's point of view in regards to Minyelaire, and vice-versa. :)
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