Little has changed in the Vale since we returned; many come and go all with purpose in their step. For now we remain here my Father has been and gone, speaking to both Amorith and myself, he was visibly happy which only encouraged me all the more. His gift to Amorith was precious indeed, the cloak of my Mother, Alatariel. He has held onto it since that terrible time, a reminder to him both bitter and sweet. Nevertheless for him to pass it on as a gift to my Lady was finer than any gem or jewel anyone could find.
I sit an ponder what next, for now we know we are to remain and thus have kept ourselves busy with our own company and being of use to those who would seek our help. I have spent many a day out in the Trollshaws keeping a watchful eye on the road and the wild lands that surround. These are Dark times, the enemy is gathering albeit not in plain sight. We must ever be vigilant if we are to hope to thwart any foul plan or scheme that is measured against us.
I refuse to be despondent even if clouds gather, this haven in the Vale needs to be a shelter to those that need it. We are to be a hope and a beacon to encourage and rally those who will stand.
What lies ahead? I cannot say, the Journey south we thought we would make has been delayed repeatedly but nonetheless we will not lose heart. When our time comes we will be ready, sharp and willing.
