| In the count of Men, some weeks my family have been in Lórien. I am glad to be so. The winds grow softer, as the summer season comes. Spring is already here, and new tree's sprout from the earth. New life is brought into the land, as animals mate and birth. Malliel has taken to the flets often, now. Nemben is growing, and wanders with our friends. I, on the other hand, sit and write by the river; when not spending time with those that I love. The peace and quite does well for a mind full of thought, such as mine. I do wonder if Malliel, my beloved, has written in her own journal? I have seen naught of her writing for some time. |
