Eordion

A series of written thoughts stashed away in a box of parchment, written meticulously and precisely, as if the writer had taken great pains to make their handwriting as legible and clear as possible. This entry is written with a noticeable amount of introspection and jumbled thoughts piled one over the other, as if the author's feelings were very much in disarray.

Found:

Clarity.

Since leaving Rohan, I've had naught but time to think. I could dwell on apprehensions of what lies in wait for me, but I'm tired of doing so. Rather, my mind turns to specific portions of that. Not to the fears I have concerning their various reactions to my return but to the people themselves. To the people I walked away from, to those I left behind, each individual so very different and yet so perfectly poignant in their own way. My thoughts lie with them.

Found:

The man I was looking for!

It's been a while since I was last in Ost Forod.

My previous stay here involved an arrow to the shoulder, an infected wound, an epiphany and several months of recovery time. It was a physically painful time as I recall, though any real recollections are somewhat hazy thanks to that infection and the fever that came with it, but I do know that it was the first time I had ever given any real thought to the notion of settling down.

Found:

The floor! Hah!

I've begun to walk! It's not fast and it's not far - perhaps a few steps at most - but I can carry my own weight, unsupported, briefly before I fall flat on my face. It's not much, but it is progress! It's proof positive that I can come out of this entire ordeal intact, that I can get on with my life in spite of them.

Found:

Resourcefulness in the face of tedium!

The days blur into one at this point. I sit, I rest, I stare at walls and try so very hard not to daydream. The healer comes to check on me, makes her sour faces and sarcastic comments, pokes, prods and leaves. Dagramir comes, sometimes just to see if I'm still where I should be, sometimes for a chat. It's all so boring.

Found:

Resolve.

He stole my bedroll. He stole my bedroll! I laughed until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes when I realised that.

Lacking anything warm or comfortable to protect my flesh from the rocks of the roads, I decided to go into town and see if I could find him to ask what he'd done with it. Of course he was nowhere to be found. I did, however, find a flyer documenting an inn just outside of town. Perhaps the rooms would be cheaper there?