What an occasion that was, it is not often I have entered the Dwarrow realms but suffice to say the Hall of Thorin was a sight to behold. Amorith, Cirionar and I participated in the 3^rd Ting of the West, our hosts were the Folk of Durin.

I sit here in Thamas Lorn for the first time in many moons, my Lady Amorith and I have been asked to attend a great gathering to the North at Thorins Hall, the 3^rd Ting of the West. We will represent the Flower along with the Ellon and Scholar Cirionar.

This great hall echoes of bygone conversations. As if you can almost you can hear voices from the past.. You sense recent events, at the same time ancient ones. But it only makes you solemn when you enter the Halls, nothing more...The Halls are peaceful, a nice place to be. You are alone, but yet not..

The interior is impressive; it also reflects a warm glow from the fire from the three fireplaces. It always makes me warm and safe.

I weep for I miss her,
I was too late,
Did I fail you?

My strength failed me,
That final blow I witnessed,
Broken you lay.

I scream to the heavens once more,
The agony of seperation,
Shattered in my being I am.

Though oft I wish for peace,
Your memory is sweet,
This pain is bitter.

For him I now live,
To her I gave your gift,
Our future is with them.

Driven by the Will

The cold enveloped her body completely. Her hands felt numb and useless. Surrounded by deep darkness and a chilling silence, she rode across the inhospitable mountains. The fear had long  left her, and been replaced by the fight to stay alive.

                                    Tousand Questions

She stretched her arms in the air, as if she could catch the golden rays of the sun. For a moment she stood motionless as a statue and just enjoyed the silence around her.
In the distance she could see Cerin Amroth surrounded by Lorien's lovely light.

             _{Hard to say goodbye}

She gently stroked Thaliwen's cheek with the thumb. It was a hard moment to leave her, but she knew she would be well taken care of. She had a long journey ahead. The Golden Wood. Lothlorien. Many summers had passed since the last time she was there. She smiled warmly at the thought of the sweet old lady. She still meant a lot in her life.