As my friends are settling in for the night, most likely mesmerized by the golden tranquility Lothlorien has to offer, I leave them alone and wander along the green slopes to the hill, where the garden of memory stands.
Memories… the first born perceptions are deep indeed, letting me and my friends rest here. In the distance I can hear them singing in their own tongue, a song to soothe their horse riding guests.
Kindness conquered sorrow,
my heart tells me,
when I look around,
I’m left alone facing,
another empty tomorrow.
Friendship surpasses time,
I'm sure I'll find,
when I stop crying,
that you're still here,
in heart and mind.
