Lothlorien

O, Lothlórien, where mallorn trees stand tall and blossoming! Always the home of my heart will be here, in your peaceful wake! Far I have wandered since last I gazed upon thy grandeur, and I wish to tell that I have returned and settled at my birthplace in Lindon, my wayward mind lost to Mithlond's blue seas and white sails. Ah, how captivating it is, to traverse the seas, bending sails to the wind's will, and to pull the vessel's ropes! To once again be in childhood's hour, walking its sandy beaches, picking seashells and smooth rocks tumbled by endless waves!

Her eyes were deep blue. A slim, tall figure clad in fine cloth and leather. Straight, long brown hair were coming down from the top of her head, resting just below her chest. Her lips had a fine, light scarlet color, but she would not open them. She was simply staring.

Standing in the boat departing from the Mirk-eaves, embracing the vision of Loriéns glorious trees bathing in the golden light of the morning sun, I was unsure if I was leaving a home or setting out to find a new one. 

After Glaurung had left Nargothrond, Telpenaro was curious enough to enter it once again, but the air was stale and a lot of places had soot after the dragon. The sight was sad to him, and yet he was prepared to what he saw. He took some of his family belongings, but he wondered whether he dared to look at his mother's garden. Eventually he did because to his surprise the air was more fresh closer to the area.

The dwarves, riders and the elf
Passed under the mountain dark and tall,
Within copper, iron and mithril's glimmer
Hasteful were the steps of the rider.

Down they descended deep into the Mines,
To Moria, the Great Delving of Dwarves
Blade, arrow, axe and the hilt's glitter
They walked as the tunnels darkened ever.

High over the golden crowns of the great Mallorn trees, the sunset were setting the sky afire, red and gold weaved together in endless harmony, a strong wind lifted her high over the magic forest and filled her heart with the greatest feeling of freedom as her huge wings sent her flying between the tops of the trees, never had she experienced such a deep feeling of peace and freedom.

After my journey back to my land, Lothlórien; I rested.

Not for long, the desire for adventure stirred within me and traveled to the Misty Mountains. A fair and perilous place, for the cold was nearly unbearable, yet something much colder and unbearable stirred within me as I sat beside my fire.

hmm well today has been a tough one. I spent most of the time aiding glamess , a hobbit that is very dear to me. i had received word that she was in need of a warrior or two in the misty mountains. my past excursions in that frozen labyrinth have always been slow going due to the extreme cold , which is one thing i cannot stand. when I found her she suggested we find an entrance to  goblin town , it was the perfect moment for an excellent jest. I told her that goblin town is where all the bad little hobbit children are sent to work until they come of age.