Returning

Arenborn had returned to Bree-land, his journey back from Gondor taking much time, which he had used to think. He had, not wasted, but failed to use his time in Bree effectively. He knew what he wanted in life, and how he could get it, so why had he ignored it? This is of course, the Knights of Eriador. He had met members of the secretive organisation the last time he was in Bree, and they had welcomed him to their ranks. However, he had not spent much time with them, preferring to spend it with Tosie, or with a large quantity of alcohol.

What has it been..weeks..moths..even years since I last saw him...my love since my youth..Argric..I was sad to let go of him when I was nearly sixteen years old..and then find him in Snowbourn...those nights...it was as we had traveled back in time..just taking up things as it was just a new day rising after a night..Then I had to part with him..Being the shieldmaiden to Wulfreda  meant that I had to follow her when she departured Snowbourn and headed for Bree-land..