I must force myself to take a deep breath here, else my handwriting shall be atrocious in my haste to write everything down. I sit here beneath a tree beside the Bruinen where it pools beneath the Last Homely House and the lovely moon glimmers overhead. I am hoping this sort of beauty will put my mind at ease, a least for a time.
I have done it. I have asked Cuileth to wed me for now and ever, and she has said yes.
Even writing it down, saying it aloud is splendid to the touch and savory to the tongue. To know that she wishes to spend her long life in this world with me as much as I wish to spend mine with her is unfathomable, but the silver ring on my finger gives it some sort of truth, I suppose.
While this newest development is sweet to me, there is also a stipulation that arose. On the morrow at dawn, I shall be making for Lothlorien and then for the halls of Thranduil to seek out Colheron, father of Cuileth. It is... not my place to tell her story, but her father sent her west to Celondim where she was meant to go then to Lindon when I met her this past new year's celebration. My understanding was that Mirkwood has grown increasingly dangerous of late, and so it shall be no easy thing to locate her father without some difficulty. However, the lovely suit of armor that she gifted to me will be the key to my being sure that she sent me to him. Once I find him, I suppose I shall have to ask his leave to wed his daughter which frightens me terribly, but I shall cross that river when I come upon it. I cannot help but think of my own wise father who diminished into the west not so long ago, whom I do miss dearly.
As for now, I am in need of rest before I set off tomorrow, and I am in the singing mood here beside this wonderful pool. Elbereth guide me on the morrow.
