The Flower

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.