(( Catchup edition! I will spare my flist the spamming that my guildmates got though, and post all the catchup entries in one post.))
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(( The hand is shaky, still recognizable but far messier than usual. ))I hope that if I write this down I may purge it from my mind and be able to sleep once more. Oendir has finally gone back to sleep, and I hope that what alarm I caused him was not enough to infect his own dreams. The Valar know he has nightmares enough of his own without adding ( Read more... )

I think Oendir is finally asleep. Breaking my own rule I have gone into his bedroom to check; even awake he cannot hear my approach unless I wish it, so I know I will not wake him. He is troubled, but finally a warm flush rises to his cheeks. I did worry that he should never be warm again; he looked as waxy and cold as a Man made of candlewax since ( Read more... )

This evening was exciting indeed! I think that I have planted the seeds for many new friendships, and found many tales simply waiting to fall into my ears. Indeed, those Men I met tonight were eager to help me with my book, and to tell me their tales, though I heard none this night, many agreed to tell me later.( Click for more )

I did my shopping and came back home to cook. While I worked, Oendir and I exchanged light conversation - mostly about Turbarad, who I am startled to learn has been in love, by Oendir's count, some five times, just in the time that Oendir has known him! I did know that Men could fall in - and out - of love far more quickly and easily than we do, ( Read more... )

I awoke to fresh winter sunlight streaming into the window of the room I had been given, as Oendir had promised. The plants seemed to reach cheerfully for it, and I stayed beneath the blankets for a moment to think on them. They are the reason I came - they, and my book, and the stories Oendir still has in reserve for me that he has not yet shared ( Read more... )

I could not focus enough to work on my other drawing, and so I only sketched what I had seen along the way, and in this place. There is a warg's head mounted on the wall in the common room upstairs, and the Men there have hung their cloaks from his teeth. I do not know why it bothers me so. Oendir woke and dressed and, neither of us having an ( Read more... )

As expected, I could not sleep in that place. I rested for a few hours, but no true sleep. I think I am glad, as I do not think I would relish the dreams this place would draw in me. Instead I sat and sketched a few things. After a few suspicious looks, the Eglain ignored me and let me be. Oendir tossed and turned and made upset sounds as he slept ( Read more... )

We slept in Thorenhad and began to walk again in the early morning. The air was crisp with an autumnal tang that grew colder as we neared the border of the Trollshaw. I was glad that I'd packed my wrap and some heavier clothing ( Read more... )

It is odd that Oendir keeps finding me in the last place we spoke! Then again, perhaps it is not odd. After all, where else should he look if he wishes to find me? And I suppose that I do not move around too much. There are only a few places to find me, if one wishes to do so.

I was reading in the garden when he came upon me, and to tell truth I was ( Read more... )