 | The date of this entry; is the Year 121, of the Third Age. I have begun to think of how, if memory should fail me; words might keep my tale alive. Thus, I have begun to track my progress, events and thoughts; in a logbook. Always, I will keep it with me. Today, aside from my first entry here; is the day my mother will leave the shores of Middle-earth. Her grief, from my father is still strong; and we (Caraneth and I) are of age. She knows we will not falter in the days to come. I know that she will not last long, here; lest she falls to her grief. Thus, I have asked The Lady to speak with her. Galadriel is wise, and beautiful. Mayhaps she will convince my mother otherwise, or speed her departure. As long as Mother is safe, and happy; so shall I be. |
