Eoryn

We have just come back from a wonderful trip to Thorin's Hall, a dwarf stronghold deep in a mountainside in Ered Luin. The dwarfs themselves are fascinating people, they have an incredibly rich heritage and history. It was Svikt's idea to go. I was working on some mending in the common room when he came up to me and started talking. He said he had enjoyed our trip to the Shire and our picnic so much that he wanted to take me somewhere further away.

Orlenne stifles a yawn as she puts quill to parchment, the candlelight flickering in a slight draught.

*Eaerthryll sits infront of the fire within the bedroom, another restless night, another infusion of herbs in warm water to aid her to sleep.  Crumpled bits of used, scratched out parchment lay at her feet, a thin wooden writing surface upon her lap, cradeling a silver inkwell and fine quill.  Looking back toward the bed she watches the sleeping figure of her love, his chest rising and falling slowly as he smiles in his slumber.   Pausing at the sight, she takes a deep breath before making her next attempt at compo

*Opens the book onto the long wooden table, looking up with each opening of the door, shifting uneasily with every sight of someone in black.  Taking some ink to page, she starts to write*

*taking a deep breath, then wincing, she continues*