Herth

The 4th day of lairë, Falathlorn.

I have been called back to service, in the Lone Lands and as I look around at the beauty and splendour of Falathlorn, a small part of me wishes to remain and never venture beyond the beauty of these gardens - yet the greater part of me is glad for I will be with my friends and kin.

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.