4 Sulimé, Year 3019
Victory tastes like the dawn and it is thick upon my tongue. If only I could've slain more orcs I would've. My brothers Clannae, Eoflynn, and Poelae have all been killed. And my husband, the father of my child was butchered as well. I have the blood of their murderers still upon my skin and I can still feel the weight my blade carried, driving into their armor and taken the life breath from them. I will keep that memory, and tell my child of their brave father and the vengeance of his death.
The army of Eomer came with the wizard Mithrandir and devoured the orcs as the remaining forces of Rohan strove to make a final charge. They came out of the Hornburg and wrought their own revenge. I wish I could've seen it.
The orcs broke through just as they were being conquered by the legion led by Eomer. The ones that did make it into the caves were quickly slain by our angry daggers. My father-in-law's blade did feel the dank flesh of an orc, several to be accurate. I severed the head of my first and impaled it upon a pike outside the caves as a symbol to the men that we held our own.
I feel fatigued. The babe within me twists and kicks violently. Carrying the child and this whole ordeal has dealt me a hard blow. I sit in the Hornburg and pen these words. Eowyn and I were recognized by King Théoden for our bravery, as well as the rest of the women. The remaining men were decorated for their valor as well.
I feel so tired, so drained by grief and lack of sleep. I must rest. The babe is quite restless and I am undone. I must find rest or this child may come before it's time.
May the Grace of Heaven keep this day sacred,
Pellonae daughter of Penar and Callonae
Victory tastes like the dawn and it is thick upon my tongue. If only I could've slain more orcs I would've. My brothers Clannae, Eoflynn, and Poelae have all been killed. And my husband, the father of my child was butchered as well. I have the blood of their murderers still upon my skin and I can still feel the weight my blade carried, driving into their armor and taken the life breath from them. I will keep that memory, and tell my child of their brave father and the vengeance of his death.
The army of Eomer came with the wizard Mithrandir and devoured the orcs as the remaining forces of Rohan strove to make a final charge. They came out of the Hornburg and wrought their own revenge. I wish I could've seen it.
The orcs broke through just as they were being conquered by the legion led by Eomer. The ones that did make it into the caves were quickly slain by our angry daggers. My father-in-law's blade did feel the dank flesh of an orc, several to be accurate. I severed the head of my first and impaled it upon a pike outside the caves as a symbol to the men that we held our own.
I feel fatigued. The babe within me twists and kicks violently. Carrying the child and this whole ordeal has dealt me a hard blow. I sit in the Hornburg and pen these words. Eowyn and I were recognized by King Théoden for our bravery, as well as the rest of the women. The remaining men were decorated for their valor as well.
I feel so tired, so drained by grief and lack of sleep. I must rest. The babe is quite restless and I am undone. I must find rest or this child may come before it's time.
May the Grace of Heaven keep this day sacred,
Pellonae daughter of Penar and Callonae