| Ah, how sweet the sound of birdsong in Spring, is. Malliel has made a journey, North, to the Gladden Fields; with some of our folk - watched with an escort, of course. I do not know full, the purpose, but I suspect it to be either related to her spring activities; or she has an agendum - relating to her capture, oh so long ago... Her capture. I had not thought about the past-days, in some time. Of Eriador, my past kinsmen. Old follies. Oh, even for me - an Elf of near one hundred and three thousand years of Men, time can fly like the rivers of the Anduin. But I must go. Losdirith calls me, and I am to follow. Fare thee well, good pages of my journal. I will write again, soon. |
