 | The date of this entry; the Year 241, of the Third Age. More tidings come everyday, and I am glad to hear that the twin-children are growing well. But more news, I hear! A third child is had, whom is named Arwen! From what the messengers speak of; Imladris is awash with celebrations. She is a beauty, so they say. Earlier, as the tidings came, I stood ‘neath the flets with Hirvegil, my Master, and shouted praise; like many of the Galadhrim. Today is joyous. |
