[Galeryn]

The season was Spring, and two brothers of Elven kind played in the yard. Gileryn and Galeryn were their names. The front door to their home had been left open to let the musty air out, and the fresh air in. Both brothers were young enough of age to not have many cares in the world, yet were old enough to leave half attended. The only worry they had was what game to play next. The current favorite game of choice being 'Elves and Orcs'.

Hah. I was dragged into a elf Childs game. Hide and Seek in the Dark. I came home to the kinhouse. The candles were out, the curtains pulled closed or covered with blankets. Next thing I know I'm assailed by a shrieking Gileryn with a bucket on his head. On impulse, I punch what looks and sounds tremendously like an Orc. I realized who it was not a moment too soon and pulled the punch. The cuff I gave him upside the head gave the bucket a good ringing, his ears too I'm sure. I heard Gileryn groan as he dropped like a bag of rocks. I heard Galeryn drop to the ground somewhere in the dark.

-The black inked Sindarin script seems to have been written by an energetic hand.- There is music In House Halatir once more. Not Harp music, but music to my ears nonetheless. I returned home today to screaming. Rivondir's screams to be precise. He was caught and dragged into a tickle war with the twins. He was losing horribly I might add. The next thing I know, I'm dragged into it. I have spent the entirety of my evening in laughter. I wish Sylrond could be here. Even though he isn't..... I think I'm going to be all right. I needed that laughter. Gileryn found me. Back into the fray!!