A reminder of the past.
I took a lonely walk along the paths of Imladris, down by the river banks. It had just came into mind that I, we, may never see these sights anymore, if The Lord of Mordor has his way. I sat down, and began to think about this more, and more, until I became fearful. Thus, I returned to Lord Elrond's home and walked among his library.
I shuffled my finger through the numerous books, just when I came across "The Book of Turindriel", I grinned at first, then I took the book in my hands and flicked through it, remembering my previous journeys.
I put it down, and sighed. It mentions how I rarely travel now days, yet, it is true, but I wish it was not. I know I am not a youngling anymore, I have more important things to get on with than to travel across Middle-Earth again. Perhaps when this entire war is over, I may journey once more, before I depart with my kin to the west. Though, if I am to do it then I must be quick, I fear that the last boat that will sail will take place after the King's Coronation, though, there may not even be a coronation... I hope, within my heart and soul, that the Hobbit and his companions complete their quest successfully, after all, all of us across Middle-Earth are depending on them.
Proceedings in Imladris are going as usual. Apart from a few Orc spottings in the Trollshaws, but that is normal now.
I do hate it when guests of Imladris grace Lord Elrond's home with their weapons, it is not welcomed. I have had to stop numerous men and dwarves and warn them of the laws in our refuge. They managed to comply with me. Perhaps guards should be instructed to ask travellers when entering the refuge at the gates, to remove their weapons, perhaps then I, and others can stop wasting time.
Loor Turindriel Elithen
