Rohirric

Two stood together at the north gate of Bree on a cold rainy winter morning.  As she watches the ranger preparing his horse to travel, Emmawynn finds her mind flooded with questions.  This was the path fate had set for her, of this she was certain. Yet so much has changed since she left Rohan, and she wonders if perhaps she should be re-evaluating. Yet the feeling does not last long.  The primary reason for the journey has not changed.

It took her much longer than she had anticipated to make it to Starmere lake.  When she arrives she barely has time to make a camp before dusk settles in.  As she sits looking up at the starry night sky, she can almost hear music and laughter on the air.  The sounds that had pulled her from the cave behind her on that night long ago.

Starmere lake called to her.  Emmawynn was not sure why, but she needed to visit.  Almost as soon as she arrived in Bree she felt the tug.  She nudged the tug aside for long enough to visit old friends, but before two days had passed, she found herself riding Firesong out of town.

The strum of the strings, stolen by howls 

of the frozen wind in fields forsaken

Fortune turned as faded strength

Bright eyed Baldric with battered shield

Dulled with dust, dented with blows

(See part I: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/63225)

But scoffs then Sigehelm scornful laughing

“This bumbling boy bursting into the hall

Sometime around three years ago...

Something was wrong.  Dark had come, but Emmawynn and Bansil had not returned.  Leofnof, her father, and her two brothers saddled up horses, carefully lit lanterns and set out to look for her.  Thankfully it was spring and the weather was warm enough that she was not going to freeze, but everyone was concerned, it was not like Emmawynn to be so late.  By morning they knew she was not on their farm, and they rode to enlist the neighbors help in their search.

Planting time and harvest time brought everyone together.  The farms in Beringbourn were spread out and for most of the year the community spent the majority of their time on their own respective farms, they all came together for harvest and moved from farm to farm.