Not A day goes by with out missing you m' dear Brulda.
Winter, A word which enforces dread in many places in Middle-Earth. It means, cold days, snow and no growth. All with all A dreadful foresights for the half-lings and to many kingdoms of men. Elves on the otherhand have an understanding with winter and A whole scripture explaining why it shouldn't be hated. It contains many words and few truths.
I, Belodin Bronzeboots have seen more winters then most that I encounter and I have spend them in many places.
Winter is cold, winter is hard and winter is always coming. That's the short and simple truth. The daughters and sons of Durin do not fear the cold. We embrase it. With out the cold around us, how does on appreciate the warmth of a hearth, with out the falling snow how does one appreciate the clothing around his skin. It is cold which shapes us.
With in our Halls the cold screams, the wind blows and the coming of Winter is announced far before the earth is covert with a blanked if white. We feel it, we wait for it and we even long for it.
Winter has come to Middle-Earth and I intend to outlast this one as well.
