Elenya, the 49th day of Tuilë
I am glad, at least, that I have had time to tidy up my rooms in the few days since I have returned to the Valley - they were in a rather dusty state when I arrived. Of course, Naneth had kept them mostly tidy, but dusting is another matter entirely. She and Tinwen have been quite busy with their tailoring and embroidery, as the warmer days of Lairë draw ever closer.
Tinwen told me at dinner yesterday that Tingil, the irresponsible boy, has quite worn out his jerkin and is in need of another if he is to continue in the patrol. He is not at all what one would expect from a family of Noldor scholars - rambunctious, wood-wise, and a hale warrior. I feel older than ever, watching my nephew ride out with the warriors of the valley on patrol. My sister Tinwen has happily found a family, while I remain wedded to my work, as it were. But then Ada would only laugh and tell me that I am a mere babe beside the likes of Lord Elrond, or even himself.
In truth, I am content with the solitude of my study, where books and letters open portals to new worlds and long-ago times. Tinwen often asks me how I can endure such cloistered silence - but to me it is not confinement, but freedom. It also helps that there is no dusting and housework to be done when one is immersed in a book! But now, domestic duties are calling me away from my writing (quite literally, as Naneth is in the hall asking me if I have taken my linens to the wash yet). So farewell for now, my trusty leather-bound friend. I must revisit your pages when I have less washing and other things on my hands.
