Loneliness

((neatly penned in Lumi-kieli))

It has been two years since I came back in defeat from the southlands and I have not taken up the pen in all that time. Even now, I feel there is no reason, but my mother, she nags at me. She is worried for me. She says I have to stop moping and get on with my life.

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His lute was silent for a few days. But finally, after the sunrise seen and shared, he took to the instrument the following day, and played what sad, almost strained tune he could for the ill fated meeting with the Bree girl and the dull pain in its wake. An unusually dour mood had taken him, for the time leading towards the music that finally came.

I'm glad Mama doesn't hate me for doing what I think is best I met her for tea in the Combe and Wattle yesterday.  I heard that Papa was still preparing for some venture to look for relics again, its as if he doesn't miss me at all. Life goes on as always with or without me it would seem. I wonder if he will ever accept me again?

Lissi wasn't sure where she would go. Bree was not a good option, since nearly everyone she knew and loved was there. Her presence would place them in danger.

Too much. Too much death around her.

"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.

I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.