This is a sad day. I awoke to the sound of the seagulls singing, and looked out of my window to the harbor, the place where I bid my parents goodbye. Can it really be, that I shall see them no more in Middle Earth? Has it really been only one day?
They wanted me to go with them. My father would not tell me why, only that he did not wish to lose me. He has been very protective ever since my brother went away. I never could understand why. Lothlorien is not a dangerous place, not with the Wardens guarding the borders. But my parents still worried about me, and worry more now that we have left the Golden Wood.
My mother gave me her old armor as a parting gift, the armor she wore when she was one of the Wardens of Lothlorien. I watched her board the ship alongside my father, the two of them standing strong and tall as the Eldar of old, but I knew that tears were in their eyes, just as they were in mine.
The seagulls speak of sadness, and the clouds lie heavy upon my heart. The music of the birds gives me no joy, and the thought of my parents' leaving darkens the sky. But, I know I shall meet them again, when it comes time for me to take the White Ships west in turn. And when I go, I will take many tales of this Middle Earth, tales of the lands I have never seen. But for now, I am sad.
