THE WINTERY LANDS
Dear Arwing,
The days drawl on and on. It seems forever that I have been here in the North. I miss my homeland, and grow restless for the day we will return.
The king and Father ride often into the wilds. Sometimes Boromir rides with them. When he does then I am alone and have little to do but stare at the fire, as is the case today.
It is cold here now. First frost has come and gone, and many more have followed, expected and unheeded. As I write this the first flakes of snow are falling from the high, grey clouds. A dreary wind is sluggishly tossing the ice and everything in its lazy path in eddies and circles. It is indeed very forlorn and lonesome here.
The other day I had a visitor. Elanor, the young hobbit, came to talk with me and we had a pleasant time. It was a good way to pass the slow hours, and I do love company.
Because we did not expect to be here so long I am not prepared for the cold weather. I have begun work on a cloak with fabric I bought from a Brandybuck. It is soft and warm, and a gentle shade of grey. I'll fit in with the clouds splendidly.
Boromir, too, and Father, wish to leave soon for home, but it seems King Elessar has important things to which he must attend. However he says perhaps we may leave in a fortnight or so, which is encouraging to hear, considering the length of time we have passed here already.
Mother writes that all goes well at home. Gildor is home from his extended stay in Rohan. At ten I can hardly believe Mother allowed him to be away for so long. But apparently Éomer King was fond of him and they got along well together. Barahir, it seems, spends little time at home of late. He went to Rohan to fetch Gildor, and is now back in Dol Amroth. Mother again hints of a sister-in-law to be. He is awfully young to marry, and I find him too keen on freedom to settle down soon. Though, he always understood me best of my brothers. I can see how he could easily win a girl's heart.
The evenings here are tolerable, aside the sad absence of our elven friend. The four of us gather around the grand fireplace and talk of the day's happenings. I usually have little to talk of which interests the others. Lately King Elessar has been continuing our studies in Sindarin. I am learning slowly, yet I am learning. Father helps us also, for he of old learned much lore and history.
What else do I have to say? I do not know; not much has happened. I will close now and write again when I have something, anything of interest, to report.
Mellonlín,
~Silwen
Dear Arwing,
The days drawl on and on. It seems forever that I have been here in the North. I miss my homeland, and grow restless for the day we will return.
The king and Father ride often into the wilds. Sometimes Boromir rides with them. When he does then I am alone and have little to do but stare at the fire, as is the case today.
It is cold here now. First frost has come and gone, and many more have followed, expected and unheeded. As I write this the first flakes of snow are falling from the high, grey clouds. A dreary wind is sluggishly tossing the ice and everything in its lazy path in eddies and circles. It is indeed very forlorn and lonesome here.
The other day I had a visitor. Elanor, the young hobbit, came to talk with me and we had a pleasant time. It was a good way to pass the slow hours, and I do love company.
Because we did not expect to be here so long I am not prepared for the cold weather. I have begun work on a cloak with fabric I bought from a Brandybuck. It is soft and warm, and a gentle shade of grey. I'll fit in with the clouds splendidly.
Boromir, too, and Father, wish to leave soon for home, but it seems King Elessar has important things to which he must attend. However he says perhaps we may leave in a fortnight or so, which is encouraging to hear, considering the length of time we have passed here already.
Mother writes that all goes well at home. Gildor is home from his extended stay in Rohan. At ten I can hardly believe Mother allowed him to be away for so long. But apparently Éomer King was fond of him and they got along well together. Barahir, it seems, spends little time at home of late. He went to Rohan to fetch Gildor, and is now back in Dol Amroth. Mother again hints of a sister-in-law to be. He is awfully young to marry, and I find him too keen on freedom to settle down soon. Though, he always understood me best of my brothers. I can see how he could easily win a girl's heart.
The evenings here are tolerable, aside the sad absence of our elven friend. The four of us gather around the grand fireplace and talk of the day's happenings. I usually have little to talk of which interests the others. Lately King Elessar has been continuing our studies in Sindarin. I am learning slowly, yet I am learning. Father helps us also, for he of old learned much lore and history.
What else do I have to say? I do not know; not much has happened. I will close now and write again when I have something, anything of interest, to report.
Mellonlín,
~Silwen