Gwenbur

Erolamir felt he had been waiting forever for Gwenryn to get herself ready for her first hunting lesson. He kicked a sod of grass on the ground absent-mindedly, arms folded, still leaning against Gwenyn's hut. Finally, she emerged. He turned around quickly upon hearing the creak of the door, facing her.

Gwenryn was most unhappy. She had been wedded to Thedobul for just half a year, a husband chosen for her by her father. In such short time, tragedy shadowed her life. She had begat a child almost instantly after the marriage, but the child was lost five months into the pregnancy. Gwenryn had gone into childbirth too early. She had just moments with her son, until he perished in her arms. That day would go down as the worst one in her life.

This week, I made a new friend. His name is Telfaras, he is an Elf from Mirkwood. He knows my other friend Halgilad. We met by chance in Celondim, I was there taking a break since I have no duties with the Riders at this point in time. I have found Telfaras to be most kind. We have met a few times and spoke of many things. He has even given me some lessons in using a bow. I am most grateful for this as my skills in archery are not the best. One day I hope to build up my skills and be as proficient as my parents.