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.
As I fasten my garb, ready myself for the march ahead I feel a stirring within my breast and know that I will fight for the beauty in this Middle-Earth..... bah, I should have stayed my hand, one glass of Dorwinion too many, I think. I wager Cirdamir will not be happy of the amount I have taken for the road, though it is but a small drop by my reckoning, or so I shall tell him on my return.
Enough of this musing I shall now make for the road eastward, along the borders of the shire, perhaps..
