Greetings Friend,
Find those I love and who love me also. The old Ent's words ring in my ears. Strange how something so
simply seems to stay in your mind. It makes me think, who do I love? Then
again, who loves me? I've no family, my work keeps me
from making friends… even these people I fail to see in any light that could
possibly resemble friendship. I don't know if this is my own fault, or if it's
simply because of the situation we're in.
Certainly I've never felt more alone
in my life; even the Lady Éowyn seems sad, tired
even.
"Where to from here?" The Captain asked roughly, his
eyes fixed on Our Lady.
"We keep walking, simply keep
walking. What else can we do? I fail to see any other alternative." Éowyn replied quietly, her pale hands warming over the
fire. In this strange light we all appear tired, more so than we probably are. Imrain suffers the most its
certain, when we halt she's instantly asleep and will not rouse until dawn
breaks. Then she sets about performing her tasks, cooking, healing. Fréa has an injury that requires her intent concentration.
Even still I fear she's not strong enough to handle it on her own.
What is to become of us? We do not know where we are, where we're headed or what the person we seek looks like. Why did we go on this foolish mission? It appears doomed to failure. I believe its already happened.
Yours,
Malachi, Scribe of Ithilien.