Mae Govannen!
It has been quiet here in Nandalad, and in the surrounding region as well. I patrol, as is my duty, yet for the most part the patrols are time in solitude and contemplation, although I remain alert...to do otherwise could be dangerous to my health.
The following are a series of thoughts I have had of late..they may make sense, they may not, yet my mind has been wandering these avenues.
Of late I have had a lot to think about. I am still capable, if not so fast or strong as once I was, yet my condition improves steadily. Still, age is a factor...and I find the sword is not so appealing to me as it once was. Not because I do not like them....more I have no further need of the status, real or imagined, these weapons bring with them. The mystique. I stopped wearing armor long ago as well.
I am far more interested in tools that are also weapons, like the axe, the knife, and the bow. Yes, the bow. It is a tool...I hunt with it, after all. I also like the staff, which can be weapon or support...or capped with a head, a spear at need.
My hands turn more to the harp and staff these days, than they do to the sword or spear. I am no Istari, no Maia of the Blessed Realm...just a human like other humans. Yet I have gathered some wisdom over the years, some knowing of various things, secret and non-secret alike.
I will not put down the bow, the axe, or the knife until it is time for me to leave this world and I lay me down to it. However, the staff is more often my friend, and the animals and plants.
Perhaps I am some kind of Ranger Bard morphing into something Druid/Witch/Seidr after all. Whichever it is, I am aware I have drifted somewhat out of line with the mainstream of the MERF. I have a sort of Rohan type of persona...really Norse, yet the two are fairly close.
Eledhwen en' Randiromar, Nandalad.
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