Garethred

It has been a tough time for me lately. As soon as Muil left to Minas Tirith, I could feel the change inside me - I have grown so dependent on her presence that I cannot bear it lightly. She left the leadership of the Exiles on me while she would be away, but I feel helpless without her. I cannot think properly. The evening she set off I prayed to Eru to look over her.

I am lying on the soft grass at the Dúnedain site, just a few metres above Muil's favourite spot. Her favourite spot is a giant stone in the pond, so I've decided it would be better to lay her down on something more comfortable. My whole body aches, as I've carried her all the way from the South Guard Ruins, where a battle took place.

Dear diary… I know I haven’t called you like this yet, but now I feel like everything is dear to me. I’ve had another beautiful day. Although.. it was more than beautiful.

It’s a bright blue afternoon and I am sitting idly on a terrace  in Celondím (the view is beautiful). I stopped here so Mal could relax a bit and get some hay.

Yesterday was a rough day for me.

When I woke up in the morning, after a night spent on the yard behind the west-Bree stables, I had a terrible headache and I knew right away that this day will be a nightmare.