Days go by ever so slowly... Road to the north is dark and filled with perils.
I stayed in Rivendell only for 2 days, long enough to recover some strength for my way back. By luck or not, I learned that my Lord Aragon was here too, preparing for some long journey. For what purpose, I do not know. Years have made him look ever more kingly, even more than before. And now, he says that it is time for shards of Narsil to be reforged, that the time is for him to return to Gondor. Gondor... I was but a foolish child when I left its safety. And though I did not live in the White City, Dol Amroth was a safe haven thanks to the vigil of the Minas Tirith.
I know that... but somehow, now that is all but a faint memory to me... and after all those years, I wonder, would it be better if I did not leave? Maybe she would then still be alive? Maybe she would´ve stayed in fair Lothlorien after being saved by rangers passing by...maybe...but that is but a wish. Years brought me many happy, but many bitter memories as well.
...mother that died...a father I did not find...friends Ive buried...
love... Love that Ive...
Quill falls out of his fingers, making a dirty line towards the end of the paper. Not bothering to pick it up, he takes second one out.
My road now leads me North, to Evendim, to the tomb of Elendil, where I will hopefully find what my liege sent me for.
