reunion

Nethrida smiled to her friends as she parted ways with them, following after her brother from the fountain, heading towards the docks. She walked a few paces behind her brother, Revion, a sorrowful look in her eyes, her lips pursed and her head tilted down and it isint untill the siblings arrive to the stairs leading down to the docks when she finds her voice, hollow as it was to speak

"How... Did the others react...? Do you know how long it took them to notice I was... Missing?" 

A log.

Long after the Battle of Pelennor Fields The Forngarmo would find herself sitting by a bonfire in The Camp of The Host. There, she would guide her own thoughts towards her home and all the events that transpired in her life. She didn't know what awaits her in the end. Her thoughts wandered from the enemy camp, in which she was held in the days of youth, where her chieftain found her, then to the battles of old. Somehow she focused on her parents and this was the thing that increased her faith. She also thought of the one she loved since the very beginning.

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III.

Finn was sitting opposite to Ford and staring at him in disbelief.

"You. Are. An. Idiot." He said, expression utterly livid with anger, hands thrown up in apparent dismay, "Really? You didn' ever stop to think, for one bloody second, about what Pa would think? Ma? You realize they've been worryin' about you and missin' you for a year? Really, Ford?"

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I.

The steady clip clopping of hooves on paved road fills the air, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle, warm wind. The air was pleasant, riding in the shade of tall fir trees to keep the sun off his back, and relaxing in the southern wind coming up from behind.

Ah, diary, it has been long since I had the sense to write in you, more than a few miserable words. Do forgive me. I have been at work again, a proper creative work: a ballad to record the deeds of hir Themodir. I felt that, should he be found alive, dead, or not at all, it would be well to have a record of his valour.