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(Live RP) “The Road We Rebuild”

Deorla stood at the threshold of their new house, her heart fluttering with excitement as the early morning light streamed through the trees. The house was smaller than she'd imagined altho still much bigger than the previous one, there was something about it that made her chest swell with pride. The stone walls gleamed in the sun, a clear sign that the work was good, even if the cost had nearly drained their savings.

Mum always said that without risk you can't achieve anything. I have been thinking for a long time that my best option was to stay in Bree and try to make a living there, but at least once I want to try the plan to sell my products in other lands. 

More than a month ago news came that there will be a market in Thorin's Hall. I know that dwarves often gather to trade their goods, but until now I have not dared to think of travelling there. And so I started to pack my rucksack. 

Where to begin, or how to begin more like it, i dont remember last time i have took ink and quill and written down my thoughts, matter the fact i do not know why i do it even now. Perhaps i am simply writing this to keep my memories intact, or perhaps to store a little piece of myself someplace to remind myself, or to be reminded off...reminded off what i wonder.

Roads of grass, blossoms grow,
evergreen lands of hope,
weather's calm drives my soul
like the melody of a old song.

Roads of dirt, guide me along
shattered lands of endless foes.
Blood will spread and pain will flow,
but my heart will go on.

Roads doesn't matter where they go
because all of them are aligned in one,
one that will start over and over again
to never stop, until the end.