*first page of a new leather bound journal*
Day 9th of the 5th Third age.
I was alone today... no indignation.. no Anriett.. no one at all.. either indignation are slowly becoming sick with me.. or i have not told them how important it is that they contact me when they need me. None the less i thought i would of heard just whispers at lest.. my day consisted of looking thought items of old.. My fathers crest.. laid apon a sturdy willow shield made in the fashion of a wardens wall.. my spear of warden... a item i might have to give up soon if my last oath is broken. My mothers necklace.. a item i was told to give to that whom i wish to marry... not likely anyone i hold close... I'm torn between Anriett.. who confuses me with her intentions... and Harlyn.. cold yet with a heart that i seek so much to hold close.. i know she has it in her to love me.. and has it in her to allow us to spend the time i so highly desire.. But i guess the goal i am starting t feel again might not be fulfilled.. I still seek a family.. a wife.. and child.. a boy to train like my father did to me.. or a daughter.. who i can protect and father her into a strong shield maiden.. How is it that I'm now stuck in Bree bleeding my heart out into a book.. using words i learned from my travails to Rivendale.. its funny how one single Rohirrim found his way so far from home.. meeting people he would once consider his enemy... people he once saw as villains. At lest.. i still have Erola.. my steed that i grew at my teens.. she is old now.. slowing down in speed and going up in age... soon she might have to be retired.. and i lose all people i held dear from Rohan.. and the friends i made here do not satisfy me as much as I'd hope
Maybe soon.. I can find who i am once again.. Kaladen Hillman. Rider of Faldham.
