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Eowa's Letters

Postby lonewolf » Thu Jul 13, 2017 8:09 pm

(Addressed to Harca Feormead, of Stoneford in the Weather Hills)

Mother.

Much has happened since I last saw you in the winter. I hope that you are well and that the summer in Stoneford has been kind.
I have stories that I will share when next I see you, for they are strange and long. But I am safe and well, though I have lost true friends and mourn them each day. The tides of war shift and carry us along, and we may even play our small parts.
I find myself in a peaceful place and vested with a modest treasure, and have set myself to build a home far south of you in the Angle, near Elnost and its bright tower. Near Elnost, and yet out in the countryside, for you know my affliction and why I may not easily dwell in the city. All will be safe, I promise it. My comrades all know of it, for they must, but they are true and will not reveal it.
This is a green and rich country, and the folk here are good. My greatest wish is for you to travel south and dwell here too, when our home is completed. You know well the Weather Hills are no fit place to live. As of yet, our homestead is but a dream, but the land is being cleared as I write. If you wish it, I will travel northwest in the autumn to bring you back with me. Please write again to me, and let me know your wish. Will you bring the beasts, and our small family treasures? I can bring a wagon, or send one.
Have you had tidings of Father? I have had none since winter, but I believe truly he still lives. We have a unique blood bond, Father and I, and I would know if ill had befallen him, I am sure of it. Nevertheless. I worry.
Keep well.
Your daughter,
Eowa Tor
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Re: Letters

Postby lonewolf » Mon Sep 18, 2017 10:50 pm

Mother.

I told you in the summer that Dispar is peaceful. That was true until most recently, but with the coming of autumn, much has changed here. The Northrons who were invited hence to protect the Angle arrived in greater numbers than was expected, a thousand strong, and you know Northrons. Father, indeed, is of Northmannish nature.
I am writing this quickly, for it is late in the night. The culmination of a day of madness, of a dark murder and unrest and rioting in the town, is the death of the governor Elasander, to whom I swore loyalty. Truly, it was his largess that invested me with the lands that Tor Hall now stands on. I owed him much and did my best to save him, but he died nonetheless, slain by an assassin. he was a good man.
The land is at a crossroads, and whether peace may yet be made or the Northrons overrun the soft folk of the Angle I know not.
I do not know how to advise you, whether to come or to await further news. At this time, we few who hope to keep the peace are much taxed with duties we did not seek as we try to sort this tangle out, so I may not come to you.
Tor Hall is small and neat. The open hall and its hearth will be welcome come winter, and there is ample room for storage. Though we had no time this season to plant crops, land is cleared in preparation for next year. We have room for our small number of livestock. The neighbours, too, are kind and will welcome you.
I await your message.

Your daughter,
Eowa Tor
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Re: Letters

Postby lonewolf » Sat Nov 11, 2017 8:31 pm

Mother,

I rest in the tower overlooking Dispar tonight, some distance from Tor Hall. I have spent too many nights of late within these stone walls. I miss the summer, and the nights spent with a fire outside of our half-built home with a spit of meat and a skin of wine, the sweet scent of freshly shaved timbers, and the stars overhead. This cold stone is not much to my liking. But my thoughts wander... I must be tired.

After such a long silence from me, you must be amazed at this flurry of letters. Not yet a week has passed and I sit down to write again, for these days have been full of events. A peace has been made with the Northrons and their fierce chieftess, though a breath might break it, and they have mostly moved out of the town to settle near the forest, as was planned by Elasander. They too have been through much, and we have seen the suffering of their folk, too, having come so far from the North. The faces of their children show want, and we must be grateful for their choice to come. Aeryth, my comrade, seeks to knit a peace between the folk of Dispar and the folk of the North - an uphill battle, but one with some allies. I will do what I can to aid it. My other comrades chafe at the task ahead, for they were meant for wilder days. I think they will not chafe for long - I feel an ill wind whistling in with the cooling days of autumn.

Travel may be dangerous for you, if you should come, and I hope you can find sturdy traveling companions. I wish I could come to bring you myself, but circumstances have left us with the disposition of the town in our charge, and I may not come. I am recovering now from a run-in with orcs - orcs, this far south and into the Angle! We have had a poor day of it. They have fled for now, but should they linger near the roads, the way is not safe. If the winter passes without you here, then I will fetch you come spring, come what may and if the Valar are kind to me.

Consider, though, what I must tell you. We - my comrades and I - have been marked, and Angmar's displeased eye is upon us. The orcs came for us, no question, for they told us so. If these have come, others may, too. You may find the Weather Hills a safer abode than one with me. Our family has never found peace - not since the Curse.

It may be time to take up Father's challenge. In the absence of a leader, we must step up. I am not a leader, but it may be I can train and guide these few soldiers of the tower to a greater fighting force. Father taught me much of tactics and sword-fighting, and few here could best me with a blade. You know I do not boast.

I am weary, and somewhat sore, but I cannot sleep yet. It is a day to the full moon, and you know how restless I am at this time. I have had less control than Father would wish - he would not be proud of me, I fear. The rounding moon shines its light through the window, and calls to me already. There is a strong, reinforced door on the root cellar at Tor Hall, of course - I have planned for that. But enough - this letter grows long, and I do not need to write of such things.

If I am able, I will come to you. If you have need of anything, you only need to ask and I will send it. I think of you and Father often. I hope he is well, and finds safe shelter tomorrow night too. Send word if you hear from him.

Your daughter,
Eowa Tor
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