 | One of the younger residents of Imladris, noted me today; near the camp. He was rather...intruiged. My bow, Cuvallorn, especially took his view. "From whence did it come?" he asked me. "Always, I have had it" I replied. "My father, afore me, bore it in War. It was gifted to me, upon his death. It is made from many of my family's weapons. The handle, within, holds shards of my father's blade. The string, of Hithlain, of Lothlórien. The bow itself, of the Mallorn trees of my homeland. It is Cuvallorn, my bow. And I will bear it to my end." This seemed to please him. He was rather happy, to be told of it, as was I to tell him. This encounter did recall many memories in my mind. Of the day I named Cuvallorn. The day I knew my father was dead. So much memory. But I will meet him again, and I will bear this weapon in these troubled times! |
