Lesson

feeling low

a splinter in the toe, that is:

timber. unfortunately chopped 'n left to rot

a lone boar drifting along, digging soil

I wonder…

air pushing treetops

foul smell, seeping through

ghosts from the past, monsters of now

They all look at the leafs

as Their Head flies up beyond the last row—

the Took took as quick as a wink

Tell me.  Do you know why it is that the sword, above all else, be celebrated as the weapon of the warrior?

The bow is better for striking down a foe at range, and the dagger if they be overly close.  The hammer is better for crushing mail and bone, and the axe for hewing limbs and striking with might.  The spear and the halberd and all such polearms are better for ranks of soldiery, and the fist be best of all for subduing an enemy without causing overmuch hurt.

Why, then, be the sword beloved beyond all?

I always said that the greatest master is life, that gives us the most useful lessons of our life, but paying a big cost, even one that you can't carry. Today i have one of these... and maybe one that I won't forget never. Time is ruthless with us; being a man or hobbit or even an elf, everyone will change, and everything around. I truly thought that that quote was cruel and poor in hope, but reality hit me hard, when i saw that the one that i most care wasn't the one that i met before... not for good, not for bad, just she wasn't the one that i saw before...

Shaeen peers at the parchment before her and smiles warmly before she picks up a quill, dips it into the ink and begins to write: