Rivendell Isn’t Where You Give the Burden Away The others didn’t arrive because I asked them to carry the story for me. They came because I needed it to be seen. Up until now, this had been a narrow road. A handful of companions. A weight carried quietly, carefully, so it didn’t trouble anyone else. But if the story was going to be done properly, not rushed, not broken, not shaped by fear, then it couldn’t stay private anymore. So I let people in. Not to fix it. Not to lead i

The Ferry Once we were back on the road, it was obvious we weren’t alone anymore. The Dark Riders don’t arrive with drama. They arrive quietly, as questions that won’t let you rest. Is this storyline good enough? What if the story doesn’t work? What if you’re not the right person to write this? They followed close. Not visible but felt. Every step forward brought another whisper, another reason to slow down, to turn back, to make the whole thing smaller and safer. The pace pi