Rossethor

Neyaa visits the grave of Rossethor Cirdain, having received a missive from his wife Nimeway to tell her he recently passed away, peacefully in his sleep. She places some flowers upon his grave, with this note attached.

My Dearest Rossethor,

Although it has been several days since my utter humiliation and likely end to whatever it was that I shared with Seaver. I cannot get the look on his face out of my mind, I shudder each and every time I picture it, like a hammer blow to the chest. As much as I had thrown myself back into everything that must go on as normal, my thoughts have been consumed with it and continuously playing out a different outcome, one where I had stilled my tongue instead and kept my heart in check.

It was well past noon, going on the evening when the last of the available summoned had arrived. Only some had come. Those who had, had just happened to be near enough for the riders to find. Like as not, some of them would be coming drunk, but Newell kept an eye on all who came and noted what their eyes fell on when entering and who they talked to. As the people gathered in the main hall of the Dawnhall, Newell stood near the back, leaning on one of the pillars as he kept an eye on who were there, or even more interesting, those who were not.

Today we reached Rivendell. Each time I enter its gates a feeling of fullness and bliss fills me, and this time it was no different. After we made ourselves comfortable I strolled around and many thoughts and memories filled my mind, thoughts of older times and thoughts of friends.

My heart stopped beating earlier today, and my eyes could scarcely believe what they saw, even now my hand shakes as I record this entry...

Nimeway felt pride flow through her as she won the sparring match against Luc.  Although her nose was bleeding and she felt a bit of pain in her sides, she had won and that filled her with the pride of success.  Yet the pride did not last long for the steed of Ross came running up to the Dawn Hall with a note attached.  Nime read the note, recognizing the handwriting before she even started to read. 

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann went a walk to Rossethor and Nimeway's house.