September 12, 2946 T.A.
Today I said goodbye to Wyn and left Minas Tirith. I know it's early, but the air is getting colder and winter is coming, so it's best to leave with plenty of time so I don't have to rush. Still, I wanted to stay longer. It felt strange, looking back at the White City and seeing it so small. I've lived there for so long I'd forgotten what it looked like from afar.
I'm coming to visit you, Kili! For a moment, I tried to imagine you greeting me at the gate of Erebor, and embracing me, and both of us crying and laughing together. I imagined that your death was just a trick, a bad dream, and that you had really been alive the whole time.
The heart is so foolish. It hopes for things that the head knows to be utterly impossible.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.