Guarding And Leading - A Journal Entry

[imjoebaker 40]

*Within the barracks of the great elven city of Normandor, a journal lies upon the floor outside of the guard quarters. It has been left open to what appears to be a random page.*

I find myself once again sitting upon a particular birch tree within the inner court of the cloud sanctuary. I find it comforting, the leaves that weave between my crossed legs. The branches that support me, making a slight indent that could now be best described as a perfect mould, a second skin if you will. I could not say what first brought me here. Perhaps it was within my nature to climb a tree. Or perhaps I was just curious to watch the on goings of the sanctuary just beneath my feet.

My time as guard of Malinor has had its ups and downs. There have been numerous times where I have felt like I have responsibility. Purpose you could say. But who am I to say what is right and what is wrong? The realm has its laws and customs and I have been chosen to enforce them. I do take pride in my work, that much is certain although the words that come out of my mouth are not those of my own. I am merely a converter. Translating and reiterating the juristiction of others that have been decided by those who I do not know me from friend or foe.

So here I am sat today. Defending a tree from unwanted visitors. Sounds bizarre does it not? For what does a tree need defending from? These lands are protected by those who watch over us in our times of need. I am not needed here. I am here free of choice but it has been whilst sitting upon this tree it has become apparent that if I am to protect and care for the people of Malinor who I love and cherish dearly. I must first be able to guard this tree. This simple birch tree. That much I can control.

I have sat here for quite some time, trying to keep to myself. I would close my eyes and tune out from the rest of the world. Trying to make sense of thoughts that to me seem apparent but to converge with others would only come across as paranoia or self doubt. I can not have others see me like that. I do not want them to think that I am not in control. For if they did, I fear my ambitions would be shot down like a dove in unwanted territory. I find that uncomfortable to say the least. So I sit here in this birch tree. This tree that I am defending. I sit here in silence.

It's fair to say I do not go unnoticed. Even now I see another coming towards me. A small human boy, surely no older than seventeen. He has been examining my position for quite some time. I suppose I shall politely ask him to find another tree. I shall continue these thoughts for another time. ~ End of Journal entry

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.