April 2

Runa sat us all down and made us tell what exactly happened at Pelennor. I don't know! I barely remember it. I remember distinctly killing a few, but Erichirion firmly holds on to his statement that I saved their lives. Hmph. Right. One essentially adolescent berserker elf save a small force of soldiers. Key word: berserker.

April 4

Runa lost her privelege to write yesterday. She was acting suicidal.

Alrighty then, now that war has essentially subsided and a new age of Arda has come, blah blah blah...I'm getting adopted. It's unfeasible 'for a young lady to traipsing about Arda with a Nazgûl horse, Rohír sword, and one heck of a temper.' That was what Aragorn or someone said, but not exactly like that.

Most of you should know who Lothíriel is, the Princess of Dol Amroth, well as things tend to go downhill, she died of a fever when she was eight. Prince Imrahil, Erchirions's father, offerred to take me as a ward. It had something to do with my 'saving Erichirion's life', but the most prominent opinion was that he missed having a daughter.

April 5

Sick of party prep. Must. Go. Ride.

April 8

Are older brothers a gift or a curse? I have three now, making me the baby, though we're all adults. Elphir is the oldest and most responsible, Erichirion is next and he has something to do with military- I kind of zoned out during titles-, and Amrothos was the youngest but now he's my elder. We were all sitting at a picnic, and Amrothos has got a wonderful start at being a big brother. If he doesn't stop I'm gonna-that's IT! 'RO's GOIN' DOWN!

May 1

MILLA'S HERE! With her...mini-balrog, Glerfindel. That's an interesting animal that is.

May 13

Runa has been stuck sewing and learning how to be a lady. I, on the other hand,am spending quality time with someone who I doubt I'll see after this. And no, Runa, I'm not breaking too many rules...

August 10

Long time no write. I'm back in Edoras for a time and it feels like home.Théoden's funeral is underway and despite the sadness of the event the whole thing is distinctly joyful. The Rohirric view of death is one I like.

Runa has spent this entire banquet trying to hide. Her first attempt was a closet but I told her how bad an idea that was. And NO, not because of ME. No idea where she is now.

August 22

Runa has decided on going to Rivendell. I'm riding back to Minas Tirith with Milla, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn. From there, I'll keep going to Dol Amroth.

September 3

We went back through Rohan to say our last good-byes. Éomer and I didn't really know what to do. I guess that's how it is sometimes...being able to understand someone without speaking. We stood in front of the Golden Hall for the longest time, watching a storm blow away, and watching the final preparations for our departure. Legolas waved an arm to let me know it was time to leave. I didn't know what to say, or how to tell him goodbye, or how I felt. His face said the same thing.

"Éomer, king, may your life be long and your rule blest." Great, that was the best I could come up with? As I turned to go he caught my fingers briefly and let go, so fast that it could have been accidental.

Now as I ride to a new home My fingertips are almost itching. Theres a nauseous feeling in my stomach, the one I get when something bad has or is about to happen. But I don't know why...

This travel notebook I found in Esgar's saddlebags has been the best thing I could have, save for Esgar himself. It's full now, and I don't know when I'll be able to write again. Maybe there will be a way to keep a journal in my new home. But that's a long journey ahead and it's hard to write on horseback.