engaged

One month before the drought...

Eira was in the kitchen cooking. The aroma of fresh bread baking and the scents of sweet refreshing berries wafted from the kitchen. Noise flooded the room as Nimraph jogged up the stairs after Dammon. The boy darted towards Eira and giggled. Poor Nimraph tripped, his arms windmilling before he faceplanted onto the ground.

Eira hastily thrust her bowl on the counter and darted towards Nimraph, "Nim! Nim!"

The sun had set down, Milcroft were laying there in his bed with a soft smile on his lips. He reached for his scribble book and a quil and sat the quill to the paper and began writing

I do not think I can describe how I feel now..there is so many feelings rushing through my head now, I can not let go of her..I will never do so. She have put a golden edge around my life and she fills me with joy every time she looks at me, when she does I can not help but smile softly to her and glance at her.

Eleven years have we known each other. Eleven years. Since I first saw him during my trip to Rohan. I remember it so well. Little children, we were. I was Seven, he was Nine. He accidentaly poured some water on my dress, but he apologized very loudly as I began crying. Then mother came and took me away, told me that I shouldn't be playing with "riff raff" like that. Oh, how wrong she was.