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He left today. Before he went, we embraced for a long time, and I delighted in it. I thought it would be difficult to accustom myself to these embraces and carresses--but holding Maedhros in my arms is the most natural thing in the world. I asked him to give me a lock of his hair. It lays upon my desk, beside this book. The most beautiful shade of red I know, touched by the colors of the autumn leaves, brown and orange and crimson mingled in its strands.
I do not know how much I shall write here in the future. Peace we have for the present, but the Enemy will not sleep forever, if ever he has.