I made it here. I do not know how.
I do not remember the journey. I do not remember leaving the riverbank. I do not remember walking through Eregion, the Trollshaws, the Lone Lands or Bree-land. I only know that I am here.
I am where my new life began.
I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back to before any of this, to a better time, a better place.
I began a new life here once. Maybe I can do so again. Maybe here I can find forgiveness. Maybe here I can find peace.
I am not sure that I deserve those things.
I sit here on my old bed. My new bed. I sit here with his sword in my hands. I cannot bear to let it go. It has wrought so much damage. It has caused so much pain, so much suffering. It is all that is left of him now.
I can hear them talking in the other room. They think that because I have no wish to speak that my ears are closed also. They are wrong. They blame me. They do not know what has happened, but their words lay the blame at my feet all the same; and they are right.
It is my fault.
