Amorith

Summer is here.. and the trees blossoms.
Beautiful leaves falls to the ground..
The evening appears, and the sun goes down,
painting the sky with the color I love.
Barefoot I walk on the grass outside,
saffron flowers tickles my feets..
My hair is brushed by the wind in Imladris,
and butterflies caressing my cheeks..
A feeling inside me makes me blush and smile.
My heart is pounding when I recall his face..

Imladris, 48th day of Ethuil

I returned from a lengthy ride, into the foothills of Hithaeglir - such tremendous terrain - and sought a restful moment for reflection by the Great Fire, with some wine, before retiring for the night. To my pleasure, I found the Hall to be near empty, but for three or four individuals, talking and reading quietly. After the solitude of the wilderness, the hubbub of a noisy crowd is not the immediate sound I wish to hear!

I have never written down my thoughts before, this is the first time I do...

I don't have any adventures to tell stories about, nor any deeds worth writing about either. This words will probably not be of any use for someone else than myself. Perhaps looking at my words will give me comfort and joy in the future. But I also believe is good to write down thoughts, to have they sorted and force to reflect about your own emotions and actions.