thoughts

Bree, it's so much different from home, this place I must admit frightens me. Some of it's people are cruel, they care not for what you used to be. You become no one just like every other sorry soul. Sometimes I feel lost, I am very grateful for the fact that I met Talvor though  he means the world to me, I never thought anyone would care for me after I lost waldon, I can't forget about Saeldith either she loved me as well, I am lucky to have a cousin such as her.

How, why, and who. The three most interesting words you can ever begin a sentence with. How do you feel? Why did you do it? Who are you? Three honest questions, often graced with three dishonest answers.

I don't think I've ever met anyone whom I didn't ask these questions, simply to hear their answer, and to know, what individuals think. Truth is subjective, as is a lie. We live our lives believing the truth, or lies, we know. Why? How did it come to this? Who doesn't have this same problem?

It feels like an age since I have listened to the sounds that flutter in my ears, or watched the sights that glitter before mine eyes. In truth, it was perhaps just over a year, by Man's reckoning, that I last set foot upon the grass of Imladris. And yet, it always surprises me when I say as much to myself. Time has performed a cruel trick indeed. Soon, I will celebrate the day of my conception, over four hundred years ago. Four hundred years. And one lone year seems to have stretched just as much, if not longer.

Valanya, 43rd day of Lasse-lanta

The fading season is upon us once more.

The cobbles and flagstones of the terraces and parks of Forlond are dappled with red, brown and gold; often, the cool breeze blows in from the open waters of the Gulf of Lhun, and stirs the streets to life with the delightful sight of leaves, dancing and swirling like butterflies in the wind!

''Sometimes a moment is enough to make us doubt, other times it gives answers, Then again, sometimes there is questions you dont want answers on...''

It had to be a nightmare...