Curugirion

Entry 1

Thamas Lorn... at last! My dream has come true, I have been accepted among the Flower. Although only a recruit but still a part of the Herth! Alfiriel, daughter of Bregon - Hadron of the Mithdirith, shall become a warden too!

So much has happened today! I still cannot believe it... but they say that it is so with great accomplishments and dreams fulfilled.  

Time marches forward assuredly.. it does not relent for anyone.. all we can do is prepare and act in the times we have.. to make the most of what we have.. enjoy who we are with.. and cherish it.

The Mithdirith is ever busy, ‘the three’ as we call them (Alfiriel, Elvea and Hallothel) have now received their blues and very worthily so. Some more have yet to complete their training as of yet, but it progresses well none the less.

Never have I been so busy within the Mithdirith, we have had a recent intake of those whom have pledged to serve and be of service to the Flower, Lindon and Eriador.

It is with a gladdened heart I write this..

The Flower will return though its arrival is not defined..

I have been sent at the behest of Curugirion to Imladris, a hub and haven for many of our allies, friends, Eldar and Men.

To simply relay that the Flower will return, as many have enquired to its absense and whence it will return..

Many things are likely to change in the next deployment some I am aware of and some I am not.. none the less this -is- a good day.

The white ships flew lightly across the waves, an increasing roar of air and water filling my ears as we turned in close pursuit of our prey. Oh he was clever, that corsair captain (it is in my thoughts that he had more than a little Numenorean blood in his veins)…having eluded us for three days longer than his ‘companions’ had managed, venturing out to sea and hiding in the mists, turning to hug the rocky coastline of northern Minhiriath in a way that was beyond reckless for one of his draught.

“How is nest, Elf bird? How is territory?” the white and grey gull tapped the ground with her bill, and asked me politely.

I had been sitting in a favoured place of mine, next the stream that flowed through Thamas Lorn into the Lhun. Deep in thought was I as the bird alighted on the sward close by.

She coughed, and bobbed her head at me. “You speak not with Kroahaah these days?”

I shook myself swiftly. So absorbed in my own thoughts had I been that I had not truly noticed the arrival of my old friend. 

Durthand lightly laid a hand upon my arm, in a gesture of support. “Do not be overly concerned, little sister. We must ever expect the unexpected in times like these!”

(Not that Durthand and I were sisters by blood of course. We were kin sisters, who had fallen increasingly into the roles of elder and much younger sibling.)

But I sensed her own surprise, as she turned to fix her gaze on Curugirion. “How long do you expect to be at sea, Hirgonui?” she enquired.