Endor ná marinya: Middle-earth is my home.
I do not care if the calling is upon me any longer, I realized. Yes, my feet often bring me to the shores of rivers that flow to the Sea. Yes, I find myself scanning over my maps and plotting half-thought out courses to the Havens.
We are part of this land, for worse or better, and I am like a tree; there are roots I have put down at last, a kind of steady anchor in my spirit that suddenly I became aware of. It still concerns me, as many things do.
What happens if one overcomes the soft song of the West at the back of their mind? There are horrible things that I have heard, of Eldar that give up their immortality for such foolishness. But I have done no such thing, so what is this oddness?
I feel as if there is a calmness, a deep stillness in me; I have become a pool of deep, dark water that has no ripples. I will press my eyes to the horizon and my hands to my maps again when I am alone. Let us see if this is a true change, or just an odd moment of weakness.
