Sitting somewhere in MIddle Earth as he writes Lanthonvir thinks back on his old friends he once had and knew, do they still remember him, he's not sure.
So here it is..somewhere in Middle Earth I sit and write this, probably long gone from my friends memories, I'd say its fine by me, after all..what did I ever do right? Nothing that I can recall upon as of late.. Perhaps its for the best that they forget about me, or keep what was good..if there was any. My mother used to say that friends come and friends go...I wish she never said that to me..
Once..I had friends..now? My only friend is myself.. and if they were friends..why have none gone to find me? Is that how much they think I'm worth?
Lanthonvir sighs for himself as he stops writing for a moment, gazing around himself
Perhaps it is for the better that I leave these lands, after all what do I have left here that holds me? Nothing..will I have anything? Why should I have...I'll just make it go away, by will or unwillingly I just turn it against me..misstakes I have done..done and dusted, cant change any of it anymore. I wonder if I can change myself again..to be the one I once were...who knows..perhaps not in these lands nor this age..
I wonder if I should write to Taala..after all I promised her I would..that was long ago though..I'm not sure if she remembers me anymore..perhaps best that I dont write..at least then she will remember me in a good way...the..no I wont write about that..not that I am afraid of what happened then..just that it is not fitting to talk about..and out of respect for her, I will leave that memory for her to cherish and think of...if she does miss that elf I was once..
