Ashwyneth's Diary

Eodhere, the man to whom I am tending, is Taragen's older brother. It broke my heart to tell him of his brother's death. He was already in poor condition due to his injuries. He appears to have such a gentle, loving heart.

Taragen...my poor sweet brother. He has left the world behind.
I was overjoyed to find him once more...so gladdened by the time I got with him before his death. But in the end, I could do nothing for him. He told me to not be saddened. To celebrate. I am doing my best, but I continue to be struck in the face by sorrows.

He left without me. He left without me.
After promising me he'd never leave. He chose to leave without me.

I heard it from people around town. He left no note for me. No reason. No closure. What is it I did that drove him away? Heaven knows I worked not to be too clingy. I wasn't demanding. I was as loving and giving as I could be. I would have gone anywhere with him, no matter the danger. I was willing to give up everything for him.

Where did he go? We were to leave in only a day. He was nowhere to be found. I cannot help the fear which races through my heart. The terrible thoughts which race through my mind. My imagination lends me no mercy!

I have waited days. Weeks. Now months. But I know my dear Hamadryt. He would not simply...leave. He would never do that. He knows too deeply my fears involving him.

This may be the last time I write in this book while I am in Bree-land. My beloved, Hamadryt, and I are leaving for Rohan in three days.

I am shocked to find how long it has been since I have written. Though, not without good cause. So much has happened since my last entry...I am not sure where to begin. Ani and Ajwan are no longer in the infirmary near so often as they had been before. I have not heard news of Jonn...since my last entry, I believe. It has been awhile in any case.

I find myself unable to sleep, for a deep fear within me that I shan't name at this time. Perhaps after such things are through, and peace is once again a word that could describe even one moment, I can bring myself to write of it and record the happenings. I will not forget. I will speak of different things, and perhaps my mind will not dwell on this.

Never a dull day in life, it would seem. I only just arrived at home and I must write everything down before it leaves my thoughts wholly. I am to blame for the entire matter and if I had behaved differently, my dear friends Owena and Briony would not likely be hurt.

Oh my, so much has happened recently! I hardly know where to begin, so I will begin with what fills nearly my entire mind. My dearest sister Carria traveled much of Arda in search of myself, and has found me! I was sitting inside of the Inn of the Prancing Pony, reading one of my long healer's books in an attempt to learn more, and I kept feeling the sensation of eyes on me somewhere. I could not find the source, so I continued reading my dull book.

I recently met a young woman named Brynleigh, a beautiful, friendly and sweet seeming woman. I could tell she had some sorrow burdening her, and my dear friend Owena informed me she had recently lost her husband. Oh! How my heart did go out to her! I wish to help her somehow, to speak with her, or simply stay with her.