[Arien]

At last the question he had dreaded came, but first he answered her first question.

“You are never too young to love some one…” he replied.

He took a sip of ale and started his story.

“……I was born in Rohan, my mother cared for the Mereas, and my father was a Ranger. For 7 happy years we lived in peace. Then one day when my father and I went out to hunt, our village was burnt to the ground. No one survived. We found my mother…” Belegond paused ”……We buried her and then we left, my father and I vowed to never set foot in Rohan again. Sometimes I think I was too young to make that decision, but I owe it to keep the promise for my father. My father and I have travelled all over, and we were happy once again. But 8 years ago my father was killed by orcs, needlessly, to save my life…………”

Belegond stopped. His heart pounded, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. The memory of his fathers death was too much. But he was a man, Yanithe would surely laugh to see him cry. He held his tears back and looked up.