A story of a, not so, lone wanderer

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I have felt.

This is a part of my story. I feel, i think, I know and learn. But I do not know if I remember. When the sky is green and all say it has always been and still are blue, you know your perception has been wrong. But my sky were blue, or at least the colour I knew as blue. I now live in another persons world. My world is gone and I can never go back. What I knew were wrong. The sounds the tastes the smells the touch... all of it. Yes the stores are the same but the plot is different. Actor's the same but the characters are not. How do you find a place for your self in all of this? Were do you belong if you never truly been apart of it? So my memories will be my own because I can't tell my stories so that others can understand. Why? For I can't remember the colour of my blue sky anymore. I am not sad, just not where I thought I could be. Soon I will not remember who wrote this and thats how it should be. /S

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Artwork done by @rutobuka2. As a commission for my wife @airbornonawind on our 10th anniversary. Thank you it is lovely!

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The unseen Wanderer (prologue #2)

This is the last of my notes. This is my farewell and my introduction.

You see, all the Elves have left and with them have the other Istari gone as well. The last ring-bearer has just left in the last of the ships, I travel with him so he do not get lost. The way of the old is gone and my time as the observer is over.

The magic will still be there for those willing to lock, but it will not be as… flamboyant as it use to.

This is the easiest of my notes to find, I will leave it here in the Grey Harbor for you. I have hidden many notes around middle-earth with thoughts and stores of great wonder and sorrow, of strength and war, of corruption and of Honour but most of all of Love and Friendship.

I am, no I were, the hidden Wizard. I were the one who observed and held and eye on the others. Yes I also held an eye on Sauron. I were here to observe and document not to interfere, not even when the darkness was so near to swallowing all.

So here I am giving someone I will never meet a quest. You my dear wanderer, I give you the quest to find my hidden notes and putting it together in a book. So that the stores and the songs of the unsung Heroes do not go lost by time.

Yes I could have done it myself but if I know you as well as I think, I would say you are up for an adventure.

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The unseen Wanderer (prologue #1)

This will be my thoughts and view on Middle earth and the world of J.R.R Tolkien. I will tell it from the perspective of the sixth Wisard, the one send to keep an eye on the others without there knowledge. I do not know how long I will do this but I try to make it readable.

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Another man's world

He sat down on a bench in the marketplace. Yes this was surely a new thing. All were running around chatting, gossiping, laughing and loving. His pipe were lit and he had a smile on his face. They were talking about a old man who would come and display some sort of scenssesionall performance. A wanderer wearing grey.

So many of the Adventurers he had meet had talkt about this place. He wondered if this were really for him. Can he share there dreams and hear there songs? This was not a place of rain, it had clouds but not his rain.

There were so many roses here, he had not seen them like this before. It bewildered him.

-“How come so many wanderers plant roses, and here of all places?”

He draw a deep puff of the last of this pipe..

-“I will stay for now. At least I need to hear the Siren Sing.”

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Why is rain?

His legs were tired form the steps up the mountain and he were soar from falling in the steep after the rain got it all wet again. He sat down on the log and waited for.. well something most turn up he thought to him self.

-Why is there rain? Yes I know that plants needs there water and all that, but why do it need to be in the form of rain?

The silent response echoed in the sound of the large drops hitting the forests trees. Yes he were still alone and his thoughts were his only companion. I liked it like that. A bard is still a bard even if no one hears him sing.

-Should I go up this mountain again? Or should I go find a new one? Do your climb still count if you do not reach the summit?

This time he will wait. Wait for the rain to stop and see if the climb look as hard in a clear view. As he stuffed his pipe once more, as he had so many times before, he asked him self:

-Do you really want to leave all of this? Is it not here you belong?

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The first steps on a new road

He stood there wondering if this really were a good plan after all.

This road look awfully like the others. and so many other bards had come down from that path a lot angrier then when they left. Anger had just been following our Wanderer. He had only just started to dwell in the deeper and more complex emotions.

He longed for the new, He asked for something else, He searched for the unknown.

-Is this really the path I am suppose to walk? Is this gravel for me?

He sat down on a rock lighted his pipe and looked at the skies for guidance. The answer came to him, he sight and put out his pipe.

-There are no more choices in this, this is my path for now on.