Found:
Another night, another dream. The same as the others. They're getting more frequent and thus more annoying. I hate times like this. Proper ghosts, actual spirits, those I can handle, or ignore, depending on the need. Even dream ghasts can be dealt with when you know how. This is different. This is a ghost of the past. Intangible and a whole lot harder to be rid of.
At least it's only every other night.
I checked the larder just in case. Everything seems to be in order, although some of my stocks are running low. Most of what I need, however, is unavailable in this area. Ost Forod doesn't exactly have a bustling market. I'm going to have to make a trip elsewhere.
I've no desire to head all the way to Bree, and even less desire to venture into the Shire. Too many stares, too many creepy hobbits to accidently trip over. That leaves Trestlebridge. Again, not exactly a hotbed of commerce, but it should have what I need.
It'll have to be soon lest my island become locked by ice upon the lake. That would make a return here with my supplies that much more precarious.
In the morning, then.
