Changes that have happened too fast, yet they give me hope.
I visited Falathorn in the early hours of the morning to visit my Grandson. He was sitting at a desk, awaiting my arrival. I felt happy, that the child wants to learn. Eventually, I got my things setup, parchment, ink pens and many books that were written in Sindarin that explained the history of the Elves briefly.
I first began to learn him about Lothlorien, and about her Ladyship and Lordship of Lórien. It took longer than I expected. I felt that I did not want to overstretch his mind with this topic. I let him go around the house, doing what he wanted whilst I packed my things and secured them within a backpack. His Mother and Father were there to look after him when I departed.
My journey back to Imladris was a worrying one, I did not have a single idea what Lord Elrond had in place for me, but I knew it would be satisfactory, I shall find it hard to walk through Bree on my way, knowing that my authority had been disbanded, yet, I shall hold my head up high.
I have decided to stop in Duillond before I depart through my journey to the Shire, there are some things which I need to pick up, herbal supplies and what not, it seems that Yarrow roots are beginning to become harder to grasp one's hand on.
Nevertheless, I shall go now and rest my mind, in peace and quiet. Tomorrow brings a new day, with new events unfolding. A destiny which we all must follow, without knowing what it may lay in store for us.
Loor Turindriel Elithen.
