Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon
Yestarë in the Reckoning of Imladris
This day marks the New Year in the reckoning of the Elves. The past year has seen such events in my life here; new beginnings, new friends, dreams dared - and dreams shattered. What this new year shall bring is beyond my sight, and I can do nothing but hold out the grim hope that things shall be better with the passing of the days. But it is with hope that I set out the good things in print, so that I might reflect upon them during times of gloom which shall inevitably come.
In this past year, I established my House, and Bar-en-Acharn has begun to make itself a force to be reckoned with. I am proud of the members of my Household, and am blessed with their company in so many ways, both small and great. These good folk, be they Elves, Halflings, or Mortal Men, have proven their worth time and again. Laughter, song, talent, comfort and counsel; I could not demand more of them.
I have acquired Torech Besruth as my Lair, and the House has used the manor as the focus of so many plans and dreams. We gather, we feast and revel, we laugh, we cry - we have become a family. Faces and names have come and gone in this brief life of my Household, but it remains a constant now in my life, and for that, I bless them all.
There is a saying among Mortals: "A house is not a home until it has seen a birth, a death, and a marriage." Well, it would seem that The Lair will not be a home any time soon. It has now known a death, true: and it saw a betrothal, but not a marriage. But a birth? Who now knows...
But back to the good, not the brooding. Recently the House gathered in conclave to discuss the future, and there is optimism and hope in the voices of the company. We look for new folk of good heart to join our Household, and what better setting than the New Year to begin that labor. We have set ourselves the goal of a public feast each month, and the next promises to be another success. Time will bear that out, of course, but as I stated, there is much optimism.
It is so tempting to let my brooding flow from my quill, and it is an effort to keep this entry's tone upbeat. But when I look upon the triumphs of the past year, it is easier to do. So, to my future self, when she reads these words again in time to come, I say this: hold onto the hopes. Hold on to the dreams. In the end, they are more precious than all the coin in all the coffers of all the misers of the world.
Glassui i Alwed Yestarë, Seregrían!
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