Here I sit again in Imladris, my Lady sat not far from me.. glancing at her.. while she reads and writes.. the beauty she has is the reason poetry and song was formed.. to help describe in words what cannot be seen by the eye.. it is easy to find solice and contentment here in Imladris.. but as time presses ever onwards.. the call to step out again draws near..
We are now apart of a small alliance of free peoples.. Men, Elves, Perian and Dwarves whom stand with one another. Their collective name 'The Shadows' would lend itself to a more sinister motive but they are good folk and seek the betterment of the world around us.
It seems as ever in these dark times war draws near.. this time our focus is Dunland..
We will ride out shortly.. it is a place I have naught seen yet read about.. dire news of fell beasts and even worse.. Saruman has sided with darker powers?! grim news if they are prooved!
I glance up again and smile at my Lady Amorith.. I know she often catches me gazing at her.. a faint smile on her face as she continues to read.. we shall make the most of the remaining days here..
