So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.
She rode toward the gates with last light of sun that was traveling behind the Misty Mountains and Cuthstan. Guard on the doors stopped her, unrelentless to let her in, as at first they didnt recognise her.
- I need to speak with Dryhten or Maegisterwigends. - she spoke as jumping down from her steed, Her heavy chain mail reinforced with plates of iron, clanked loudly
- Gates are closed, rider. Wait till the dawn. - one of the guards said.
Sarnai walked quietly outside her parents' tent, her steps near silent despite the heavy riding boots she wore. She could hear voices, and what sounded very much like utterances of her name- and she hated it when people talked about her behind her back. While eavesdropping was one thing she was always told to refrain from, she had also been raised to talk about people in their presence. Stepping closer to the entry flap of the tent, Sarnai closed her eyes to sharpen her other senses, and listened.
A storm raged in his mind. He felt his blood boiling, he heard the voices from the past, their chattering, their screaming and shouting rising again, until they reached the gates of his Fëa. And all the time, he saw him in front of the eyes of his mind:
There has been some days now since we went out searching for a missing caravan and its owner...we found the caravan along with its guards and a black steed that where recognized by milady Wulfreda as her loves steed. Here I took one look on the bloated bodies and I had to turn away to vomit for a second.
Scouts found some tracks we followed and shortly afterwards we encountered Easterlings, in a dense forest we fought them...one took the blow of my halberd and his skull got splitted in two... when the battle was over..then the chock took me and I vomitted some more...