 | The time in which I write hither grows apart, more and more. Yet now, I have reason to do so. The day upon which I am wedded, draws near. Arrangments have been made, invitations sent; the feast will be joyous. My heart sings when I think if it all. And of my love; who regained access to the homeland along with Lahdir, soon to be my nephew through Malliel. They rejoiced! That was two weeks past; and as I sit again in Talan Brethil; I compose a poem. "Ú-velin i vegil an eigas Egor i bilin a linnas Egor i vaethor an aglar Melin i mar i beriar." (( "I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness Nor the arrow for its swiftness Nor the Warrior for his glory I love the homeland which they defend.")) |
