I've been injured and ill for a while. I've got the better of it, yet the battle is slow to resolve.
In the what I am doing department, I no longer trust myself to hunt with a bow. I'll target shoot...and it has reinforced my decision not to hunt game...though due to a tremor that has developed in my left hand and arm, I do not hunt game at this time. I would never inflict lasting pain and injury on a being, especially one of our furred companions.
I have had some interesting developments along the lines of my duty, yet details of that are not for this place. They do affect me greatly, however.
Because archery is now more exercise than anything else, I've focused on my instrument playing. The tremor affects those as well, although not with dire results.
I'll probably take the name 'Hithrandir', due to the Mists being a place I am in at least half of the time I am awake and most of the time I am asleep. If I am to be called 'Mistwalker', I would have it in Elvish, thank you.
I am still making things, though they have more to do with every day items of a useful nature, more to do with leather than other things.
Hithrandir, Nandarolondë
