Sigelbert

“What a mess…” Andwaru softly said to himself, while riding on his white steed Ladhfota. He had his belly full of mead and small snacks. His head full of the words of Vaarion’s mother, but that is nothing what he holds in his heart. The rider smiled thinking of that moment in the stables… the words that were spoken there….heard by Apple and Pear. Happily he sighed and looked to the sky.

I am feeling better today. The last days I have not been able to write due to my wound, but it is slowly getting better. I should not be lifting my arm much yet or do heavy work, but I am glad I can write again.
Andswaru is asleep, I am glad for it. He has been working hard, even harder than usual to make up for my disability. I hope I will soon be able to work normally again, for him. I know he did more than his share of watches and more than his share of fighting on our journey so far. He does not deserve to have to take care of me as well, on top of everything.

The day of departure has finally arrived, and though I am eager to continue our hunt I am also very sad to leave Rivendell.

It was a wonderful place, and many wonders happened during our stay. I shall never forget it.

I look through the previous pages of this book and I cannot believe that it was really written by the same person, and such a short while ago. Has it really only been a week? It seems like a different life now. So many things have happened -

"Wait, Vaarion." Andswaru rode forward and took Witimanu's reins to stop the girl from riding off. "Listen-"
"Hold on." Vaarion held up a hand. "Do you hear that?"
Andswaru shut up and tilted his head to listen. There was a sound coming nearer - hooves, two sets of hooves coming closer.
Vaarion was already gliding off her saddle and took a few steps towards the two horses coming running uphill towards them. She recognised the two draught horses at once.