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It has been five cycles of the seasons since last I wrote in this now tattered thing; this book. Oh, how I have commited to you all that I am! Can I recount the passing of the time? I dare-say I cannot, for there is so much to tell. Nemben, now a strong youth, wanders with me often - already, he reaches my own height and maturity. Malliel, my beloved, rests; for her torment of her capture, so long ago, is ever on her mind. Me? I cannot say...I am neither hither or thither, these days; I spend my time at the borders of the forest or in Mirkwood, with aid - this war has gone on for long enough and I grow ever weary of it's torment. Many things have changed since...since the first days I went wandering. A reckless youth, with pride to match many shadow-creatures. Oh how vain I was, and how many enemies have I made? I will be going now. I shall set aside this...this relic of dark days, and concentrate on those most dear to me; my family. Gone are the days of Glory, and mine. |
