Welin

I barely can see outside my windows today. The frost has made a dim layer on the glass. I have lit the fireplace and found some tea. My cat sleeps peacefully next to me and purring. It is like a sound of pure relaxation, it makes me calm and warm inside.

Gently she ran her index finger over the fragile paper. Some of the letters were almost wiped out by age. She had no idea how many times she had briefly read through the diary. Although many pages were blank, they bore the impression of being written by longing and fear.  Her tears ran down her cheek as she took up the pen from her bag pack. She hesitated a long time before she decided to use the last page .. She whispered quietly to herself ...   "These words are for you Father".

Time passes swiftly..

I never really liked Bree. The grey town in the heart of Eriador was filled with old houses and grey brickwalls, a sign of an architecture of the poor. It was here I once came when I decided to move and care for my own.

The days seems quite brighter now, ever since I said farewell to my father, and had the little ceremony in Eregion I have felt peace.. Is like a heavy burden has dissapeared..
I even changed my black dress, to a white one.. I do not know if it suits me better but I have decided to not look back anymore, but look at the future.. I have done some some small changes outwards and in the inside, small changes that slowly starts to make me calm and harmonic inside.

This will be my last words for a little while. This week has been a week full of emotions and confusion. Earlier this week I received a neat letter with drawings of roses, that letter changed my life totally...