Thamas Lorn

Finally the sisters slept, It was hazy how long had past since he went to get Uidelloth. The first day was hard. Harder than Amgaladh could have possibly imagined, the moans and gasps of pain in the house of healing bit by bit shattering a wall he had made up through the past few years. As if the sounds made by friends carrying with it the pain they felt, all of their voices and feelings echoing within the young elf.

The vast hall of Thamas Lorn was silent that morning. Curiosity drew him to the armory of the Mithdirith, where spears and shields were displayed neatly against the wall. After a few weeks in the presence of the Mithdirith, Armanduil was considering whether he would or would not step forth among their ranks. He stopped before a delicate crafted spear and let his hand glide along the shaft. Gently he took the spear in hand, it was light of weight yet the metal tip was sharp and sturdy. He held the spear firmly in his hands as he inspected it, and a flash of memory rekindled his heart.

Dear Hirgonui Istuir

There is peace in Thamas Lorn, the beautiful Halls bathing in the welcome rays from the sun. It is warmer outside and I can hear the birds singing melodies to welcome the spring again. I am sitting here by the Lake and reading my Diary. My beloved diary I left in Imladris. I got it back, someone delivered back to me, with the white rose I left with it. I never knew we would be reunited again, but time is valuable, especially now when things are so fragile and future is unknown.

Entry 2
The dawn is a long way off but it seems I cannot find rest this night. I decided to take a walk under the stars in the peaceful gardens of Thamas Lorn. I lay on the soft grass watching silent guardian Ithil and her kinsfolk stars floating gracefully in the dark sky... beauty immeasurable... and so is joy in my heart.