I look around the room where I was sleeping until minutes ago..I wonder if it can even be called ˝sleeping˝, wandering trough old memories like that... Fire is about to go out, so I toss in a couple of pieces of wood to keep it burining, thinking of my ˝dream˝.
I was looking at a familliar scene...an army of elves marching by a great watchtower. Amon Sul... in all it´s glory. How tall were those towers, and how proudly those flags danced on the light western wind. And below, forest of spears, swords and shields as my kin marches, their shining helms reflecting the sunlight. Their voices ringed louldy in a song of beauty, one I can only partialy recall now, after all those years... and lo, our last king is standing tall with a man and I feel as if I am once again at Himring, standing my watch and looking at my lord.
Memory of that day brings out a smile, one that broadens as I remember how I ended up here, in this room. Truly a noble elf is lord Curugirion, as are those of his company; Aaerandir, Durthand, Aearlinn and Nerdanis. Alqualinde entered first, wishing to show me something regarding the chage of the colours of the walls, but was dissapointed in his own way that the walls crafted long ago remained all the same. Even so, he was delighted to join our hosts in tasting their wine and discussing masonry. For a moment I was lost in his pace, for he almost did not pause to let me introduce myself, but I guess I should be used to that by now. Later, he wanished, pursuing other matters with but a few words of goodbye, of which none were directed at me. Had I not know him so, I´d say he was rude, but alas, that is the way he always was, joyfull and unpredictable as the summer winds. I´m gratefull to be able to call him my friend, as I am glad to have offered my aid to lord Curugirion and Loth-i-Lonnath.
Though the evening was joyful, only one thing lay on my mind later, the departure of lady Nerdanis. As I promised myself, I did not shy from the truth when the question came how I came over from Aman, even if it brings shame and regret to my heart and that was probably at least the part of a reason she left. I thought I would get used to it by now, but some wounds can never be healed, not even by passage of time...
As I walk down the stairs, I recall the words I once heard Golwendir utter.
