the shadows

I have seen them.....Only once though..
They were riding through the lands South-Eregion close to the border to Dunland, wearing green armour and holding green banners with symbols and elements of horses.
They rushed past us in the woods, with long goldenhair and grave expressions...Men and women side by side..
My father called them Rohirrims - horselords of the lands of Rohan, scouting lands at their borders. They are known to be fierce and wild, and wellknown for their horses.

This song I remember my Mother sang for me, when I was a little child..

Often when I ride around the Vale..I can hear the song even if she is not around... It always remind me of her, but also how special we are...and how gifted and blessed I am to be the person that I am...My mother always reminded me about that.. I was never allowed to have low thoughts of myself, nor was I allowed to take my surroundings for granted..

Here I sit again in Imladris, my Lady sat not far from me.. glancing at her.. while she reads and writes.. the beauty she has is the reason poetry and song was formed.. to help describe in words what cannot be seen by the eye.. it is easy to find solice and contentment here in Imladris.. but as time presses ever onwards.. the call to step out again draws near..

It's strange to open my old, dusty book again. The pages are old and they are difficult to read.
This is a book with personal notes, consisting of thoughts and events that have happened over the last decades.
My old notes describe me as young and restless lady in its search for a song that haunts me, a song from something or someone trying to summon me.

The latest weeks have been incredible busy.
Not only have we had some spontaneous performances in Bree. But I also joined the Caravan to the South to aid my friends, but when we came to Thornehad, I got this enormous feeling of longing. I missed my daughter so much and I decided to leave politely the Caravan and my friends. I hope they do not feel any kinds of disappointment, I hope not..I am no fighter, scouter I cannot even cook..I only play my music, but I do believe Mugendo is joining still, so they will have enough entertainment to keep the spirit up..

The days seems quite brighter now, ever since I said farewell to my father, and had the little ceremony in Eregion I have felt peace.. Is like a heavy burden has dissapeared..
I even changed my black dress, to a white one.. I do not know if it suits me better but I have decided to not look back anymore, but look at the future.. I have done some some small changes outwards and in the inside, small changes that slowly starts to make me calm and harmonic inside.

I have now made peace with myself...and I also said goodbye to my father.. His memory will always lives though.. But it was important for me to close this chapter in Eregion to finally be able to go on with my life..My friend Linrond have been my company on my journey back to Bree and a great support to me.. Linrond that I have a hard time to relate too, that I cannot be to close too.. Is very complicated..He found me and he wanted to help me back home...

This week, The Shades and Whiteberry made a little play of a wellknowned story we found in the archives...The idea and the work is done and created by Whiteberry!