Long had it been since anyone had seen Lanthonvir, where he had been none knew, only himself knew where and as to why, only himself knew that as well.
So..I've come back again to the vale of Imladris, a place I once called home, how do you pick up the threads of the life that once were here? Things have change since I've been gone, the elves I knew have changed or gone to other places..have I been long for too long? I do not know..
He glances around, seeing a group of elves not far from him, he knows one of them, not just by the looks but the voice.
That would be lady Ealendil, who the others are I do not know, she seems happy as always, she seems to have fared well, we spoke not that long ago, she told me she good news, I am happy for her. She deserves that happiness.
He goes on writing, he smirks for himself where he sits in the Hall of Fire
I guess.... he gets interrupted and brought out of his thoughts by the voice of Ealendil. If only for a moment
Lady Ealendil, she never stops to surprise me, kind and gentle, she brigns a smile to me every time I see her.
