Imladris

 The second time we met, we spoke of freedom. In the grand halls of his kin, once most of the guests had left, he showed me the wonders they'd collected. Among the treasures there was a small songbird in a cage – something meant to lighten a room I suppose, or bring joy to those within. I wondered how they could bear to confine something so sweet – to deprive it of room to fly and yet still expect it to bring them joy.

The road stretches out before me, dipping between high sides of rocks before it turns the corner and peters out in the open moors. The sun warms the earth under my feet, and a soft breeze blows, shaking the tops of the firs as it passes, although the trees of the valley at my back remain still – sheltered by the mountains that surround. I tilt my face up to the sky for a moment, shutting my eyes and relishing the touch of the sun.

In a secluded chair I safely skulked, not wanting to draw attention to myself after a perilous journey. How exhausted I lay, panting, on this chair, after awakening from a sober sleep and state of unconsciousness.

How I came to lie on a bed in the Last Homely House, I know not, all I remember is a falling Bear, injuries, and then... darkness.

Suil anim!
Greetings to me!