Therwen

A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

There came a day when Redwick left the Riddermark and Snowbourn that he was so fond of to return Bree-land where he wished to see his friends and companions once more. Though, what he found was more than what he expected and with Therwen tending to his daughter Erline with all her Redwick often lacked the close companionship he once had with her, though he continued to love her and Erline all the same. For he knew that there were a difference between a lover who is a stout shield-maiden and a mother.

When Redwick and Therwen had made their way to Snowbourn the had sun had begun setting behind the mountains, the skies with orange and beautiful; few clouds flew above them and the skies were almost clear. 

*written neatly in Westron*

Greetings Knot and our friends in the Mead Hall,

We miss you folk, for it has been long since we have last seen you and much has happened since. We are parents now to a beautiful girl who we named Erline. We wish to be wed as we return to Bree and wish Knot to bind us. We will return as soon as winter has passed.

We hope you all are well.

With much love,

Red and Therwen

Redwick sat upon the throne in Edoras and then he knew that he was king of the Riddermark. All the folk of Edoras came to greet him and gift him with more mead than any man could drink in his entire life time; lords came from distant realms and they too gifted Redwick with the finest mead from their homes and this greatly pleased Redwick.

I have made too many observations on Men in my wanderings throughout the lands, and I have found that many are imbued with an instinct of cruelty, if I may call it an instinct. Their hearts are strange to us; and while it is true that there are, in every people, exceptions to the rule, in my travels through the Eastern Wilds, I have found Men who do not possess a natural delight in distress and horror to be woefully few.

Thus the company had ventured into a cave...