Rossethor

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"

It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

"Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives"

“Maydawn is dead,” the thought had continuously echoed in her head.  “Maydawn is dead.

Nimeway had lived in Bree for a little while.  She had made only one friend at that point, being her dog, Baloo.  The only other person Nime really knew was Maydawn, her sister.  Nime typically spent her time sitting in the back corner of the Pony for it was the easiest place to snatch a little food and was warm.  To tell the truth, Nime never told Maydawn of her hardships.  She would always smile and pretend that everything was alright whenever she spoke to May.

                Nimeway slipped into the warm bed.  She had snuck out earlier in the night, sneaking off for a simple ride to Starmere Lake.

As soon as she set foot in the yard, they were bounding up to her and knocking around her legs, sniffing curiously. Teleny's laughter rang through the crisp night air. "Alright, alright. I missed you guys, too!" She traipsed up the steps, pulled the key from under the doormat, and unlocked the door while the dogs hounded after her.

Hello laddie. I do not know why I have opened you today, I just thought it was a long time since last we talked.. and by that I meant I ranted on paper about what I was thinking, while you just took it like the whore you are... Yet you take no coin for this.. A charitable whore perhaps?

I suppose it is time to write in you again, bastard... If you were a real person you would have the knowledge of a veteran sellsword already.. As if you are in confidence with the voices in my head. I am not certain whether to take solace in this or to find it frightening.

I never expected writing in a journal.  I was taught how to write when I was little, but the thought that my life would get so hard that I would have to vent to a stupid journal.  That I never imagined. I suppose it sort of started when I left Rivendell.  I had blamed Cuilelass for a lot of problems, though it wasn't her fault.  Now in Bree, it is better but worst.  I suppose the main reason I am writing in you now is because of the events yesterday.  An awful man, named Norlow, took me, holding me hostage till May paid him off.

Well I am back you little leathery shit. Glad to see me I bet. Probably just as happy as I am to see you.