Standing on the shore, looking out over the great river, which seems to be what he spends most of his time doing, well of course unless he’s wasted endless hours wading around in the small marsh annoying it’s amphibious lodgers into a mad fury of croaking and hopping around, Beren frowns slightly, there’s something not quite right with the view he ( Read more... )

Laying on his stomach, legs bent feet as seems to be the norm for him as of late bare and slightly muddied, waving freely in the air, head propped up on one elbow, eyes having a dreamy look about them, as he flicks through his journal with his free hand. Picking up his pen, face creasing up slightly as he attempts to think of something to write.Ah ( Read more... )

Laying down in the long grass, once more alone listening to the sound of the crickets as they chirp nearby, out of sight, letting his mind imagine them to be much more beautiful than they truly are.Beren: Here I lay, looking up at the sky, talking to myself, listening to the sweet sound of nature as it plays out around me, straining my ears to see ( Read more... )

This is the journal and ramblings of Beren Erchamion, wow … I bet that first line enthralls any of you that have decided to snoop in my journal ( Read more... )