Elledhil
Elledhil's Journal
Into the lands of Man
It has been a journey to say the least. The last many weeks have been beset with darkened heart dwarves, vicious animals and other such problems. I am glad I took up the sword and have spent so many years practicing the art of not only defence, but offence.
Yes, it was not my parent's dream to see me go this route, rather than lore weaving and history telling like my father, or singing and weaving the most beautiful tapestries like my mother. I think of the devastation I have seen at Edhelion 600 years ago, and so many other things since - and I feel that I can best protect the lands, and my kin by knowing how to protect them.
I have vowed to kill only when necessary, but sometimes that distinction is hard. Sometimes the desire to say "Excuse me, but is this really the route we should go with this situation" begins to rise to the surface. Then - I see that look. The look of an intent to kill and it becomes a matter of killing or being killed. I hope I am always able to distinguish that look. I do not want to shorten the already short life of anyone unless there is no option.
So today I have made it to Bree. Met with a man named Strider at the Prancing Pony, and a Constable Underhill, a hobbit. Some battling ensued and I will take my rest now. It took such a long time to get to this town, out of the glorious lands of my kin, through the Shire and now into this rather smelly city. And then immediate fighting --- now I do just need rest. And what I would not give to hear my mothers sweet voice right now, rather than the clamour of drunkards below me in this tavern.
Elledhil
by Elledhil on 2015-09-10 03:44:24