Qui umilvë otinta, man fainuva morniessë sina? That is, 'If we are not to burn together, who will bring light to this darkness?'
It has been all peace for me these last few weeks. My life is a calm one, where my days are spent at my greatharp while I ponder over old songs and texts to entertain my mind. Lamaenon is often away, slaying demons in the shadows or whatever his heroic-folk do. Knowing him... most likely saving kittens from trees!
There has been peace interrupted for me, though. A runner came to my talan days past to leave me inform of Galadriel wishing audience. But such a queer audience it was! In the darkness of the night, I was to come upon her in her place of thinking by shadow and secrecy.
She is a dear friend and so I obliged the oddness of her request. It reeked of doom and ill omens, and I was rightfully concerned. The White Lady was not unknown of her skill to peer ahead in the rivers of time, and she showed me many things.. many concerning things... where I appeared to her visions in her mirror.
I have not yet told Lamaenon that she asked me to leave; I only hinted that I had an urge to wander again. I was given no limit to time spent readying for the roads once more, and so it is with a bitter sweetness that I appreciate the Golden Woods now.
In other occurances, there came a moment I had seen because of my odd audience with the Lady. When the Galadhel said words I knew were coming, I answered easily as soon as they had hit the air. The seed planted, the idea of House Halatir would bloom and grow in his mind.
For now, I will offer soft friendships as a guise; a company of elves we shall bring with us as they desired to see Lorien as well. In all, it would be myself, Lamaenon, Rivondir, Silacaladhiel, and perhaps Glamdess who is more elf than hobbit. Perhaps. .. perhaps.
