As I make arrangements to set out on this ardous journey, I am stifled with doubt and regret. Is it really the time to return to the Realm? I have not heard much about it, only whispered rumors of foul creatures; spiders, ghouls and worse things that prowl those once so glorious wooden halls. I do not even know if my people is still alive. Is even Thranduil still breathing? Anything else would be unthinkable of course, but still. What if I return, and my native land is a naught but a tomb?
But now is not the time for doubt. There will be countless hours on the road to dwell upon these things. Now I need to get my things in order. I have auctioned most of my crafts, I got a good price from Turner Thisleleaf for my full-grain leathers. This pleases me given the work I put in their making. Still lots of things to get rid of before my departure come Monday. By the Valar, all these things! Clearly, I've been idle too long.
