Saerdir

After Aearlinn leaves, I turn back to the sound of the waterfall and the running water, noting the stars shining as brightly overhead as ever. She truly is a kind-hearted maiden, feeling compassion even for one such as me….

Saerdir lingers with the household of Hir Curugirion. Such a splended company!

It is good for him, to have company, to take his ease under sunlight and starlight. Forty years away. I wager the only change is that the trees are a little larger. He is as he ever is, thoughtful and good-natured.

I look around the room where I was sleeping until minutes ago..I wonder if it can even be called ˝sleeping˝, wandering trough old memories like that... Fire is about to go out, so I toss in a couple of pieces of wood to keep it burining, thinking of my ˝dream˝.

Waking up under the trees of Nen Hilith, with nothing but the sounds of nature to greet me was a nice change, one that I could get used to. Forty years spent over the Misty Mountains, in Mirkwood and beyond and almost nothing has changed. Perhaps I have not changed either. I can almost smell the sea...so close...