rannie

     The evening was growing dark quickly, as Gaildrin was wandering stealthily through the uninhabited ruins of Eregion. He had discovered that some strange men from the east had been prowling these lands, and intended to find what business would bring such men so far into Eriador. With this news, he had also found that some Dunlendings had been migrating to the same region, which made the situation all the more suspicious.

(A note shakily written as though with some difficulty)

Dearest one,

Night seems to fall on this sleepy town of Swerbrey none too fast. The days seem to last longer and longer with each passing hour. I walk the streets alone. This place looks forgotten. I fear I am the last left in its hollows.

(A short entry that is particularly misshapen due to nothing other than tears)

Dearest one,
The lady is gone. She took 'er own life in the presence of a few she loved. I fear the worst from what I 'ave heard. May the gods 'ave mercy on this house. 

Oft ic sceolde ana Often (or always) I had alone
uhtna gehwylce to speak of my trouble
mine ceare cwiþan. each morning before dawn.
Nis nu cwicra nan There is none now living
þe ic him modsefan to whom I dare
minne durre clearly speak
sweotule asecgan. of my innermost thoughts.

He has returned and oh how battered he looked, but he is back - Suddenly all my troubles and cares have flown away like a morning bird. Even when I know what he does and who he is associated with, I can see passed it, he is kind, loving...There is always good in group of bad, and naturally I am going to cling onto it...Even if my family disapprove. Is it worth the risk yes...

I have finally managed to relax after that horrible ordeal thanks to Rannie and numerous others, its so humbling. I have never known such kindness and welcome. Everyone has let me enter their town with such attention and kindness, telling me stories. Some people sing songs about me. I recall a man singing something like
"Lady in Red; she filled the Inn with beauty"