IN THE HOURS OF THE STARS
Dearest Silwen,
You sounded very tired in your last letter; I hope that you are in good health.
I have seen a few 'hobbits' here in the city a few times, though they were here only to see the king. The Shire does sound like a very happy place, I should like to see the land. Elanor was my mother's maid for a while, when she was visiting the area several years ago.
You long to hear Huinlas' singing? I do think that I would enjoy to hear him sing. A while back when Legolas came, he and mother would talk of old times and they would sing together. Elves sound so lovly when they sing together.
I enjoy the quiet of my room. At night, however, I have no pleasure in the stillness and closeness of its walls. Everyone is gone to their rooms to rest and I am expected to do the same. I find I cannot do so. My mind floods with thoughts and songs. Then I take leave of my room and go out of the city walls, there I find my greatest joy. For there I can see the mountains, and the trees, and the grass fields that spread for miles. There I take Cemenril and he takes me to the mountain base, where I sing and watch the stars for the contentment of my heart. I have always had the desire to leave the borders of Gondor, the place of my birth. I want to leave and see what there is in the world, beyond the confines of walls and towers. I want to go north where my father was a lad and see the line of mountains he crossed so long ago. I desire to travel west into the horse trodden lands and north where the halflings dwell. I feel restless, like a fly caught in a spider's web. I feel I cannot get out, as if I am forever bound to this land.
I hope that I shall write soon again.
Mellonlín
Arwing of the White Tree
Dearest Silwen,
You sounded very tired in your last letter; I hope that you are in good health.
I have seen a few 'hobbits' here in the city a few times, though they were here only to see the king. The Shire does sound like a very happy place, I should like to see the land. Elanor was my mother's maid for a while, when she was visiting the area several years ago.
You long to hear Huinlas' singing? I do think that I would enjoy to hear him sing. A while back when Legolas came, he and mother would talk of old times and they would sing together. Elves sound so lovly when they sing together.
I enjoy the quiet of my room. At night, however, I have no pleasure in the stillness and closeness of its walls. Everyone is gone to their rooms to rest and I am expected to do the same. I find I cannot do so. My mind floods with thoughts and songs. Then I take leave of my room and go out of the city walls, there I find my greatest joy. For there I can see the mountains, and the trees, and the grass fields that spread for miles. There I take Cemenril and he takes me to the mountain base, where I sing and watch the stars for the contentment of my heart. I have always had the desire to leave the borders of Gondor, the place of my birth. I want to leave and see what there is in the world, beyond the confines of walls and towers. I want to go north where my father was a lad and see the line of mountains he crossed so long ago. I desire to travel west into the horse trodden lands and north where the halflings dwell. I feel restless, like a fly caught in a spider's web. I feel I cannot get out, as if I am forever bound to this land.
I hope that I shall write soon again.
Mellonlín
Arwing of the White Tree