[Ainaserkewen]

Dearest mother and dearest sister,
It is too late; I have left to find my destiny.
I am to become a ranger like my brothers and my father before me
so to make a place for myself in this world.

Do not weep for me mother,
I am happier now than I ever have been,
Confined in our village.
Dear sister, it is to be hoped that my decision will inspire you to follow me and not to become a bearer of children, but a hero in Middle-Earth.

Please do not look for me, I am already far away, I search for the leader of the Dunedain, to help me on my quest. I will try to come home, but I will always remember you.
Your son and brother,
Dônevel

A tear rolled down the cold cheek of Dalomy. She sat on an old stump in the Old forest near the Shire. She read the letter again and then stowed it away before It could be kissed by the new falling rain. She wiped her tear, reading her brother’s letter gave her the strength to stand and then continue down the path. Picking up the pace on the trail, she stumbled often, and fell in the mud.
I must reach the Shire if I am to live out the night.
She felt the injury on her right arm, a gash from the teeth of a wolf she had encountered leaving Bree, however, the wolf would not follow her into the forest.
Staggering for 2 more hours along the uncertain path, she was stopped at once by a hedge.
The Shire!
A tip from a traveller, Dalomy headed for an inn called the Green Dragon, which was known far and wide as a place where travellers could find rest and the egger could find their adventures.
When she finally saw the lights of the inn, she was near exhaustion, hungry and dehydrated from her long and first journey. A journey with one soul purpose, to bring her brother home.
Pushing open the inn door was almost impossible. Her gash was infected and she was close to fainting, but she knew if she did, she would die.
Light flooded out of the inn and she took a shaky step inside. She fell sideways against a wall and people looked up at her.
Everything was going dark but she managed to breath,
“Help me.” before sliding down to the inn floor.

[ May 07, 2003: Message edited by: Ainaserkewen ]

[ May 07, 2003: Message edited by: Ainaserkewen ]