Imladris ; Late afternoon

"I… should not have mentioned that place."

She stands on the precipice. She stands upon the point of no return. The wind whips through her hair, catching her braided locks in its wild grasp and pulling threads and strands of her hair loose. The skirt of her tunic flaps wildly in front of her as she stares down the sheer drop. A sense of nausea overcomes her, and she stands upright once more so she does not have to see the bottom.

”And who are you?” asked the man at the door suspiciously.

It was a long day and an even longer evening, I write these words, with happiness and spite. I promised myself after Raymond died that I would focus all my efforts on my son. We've endured together after his passing. But then Lycoan came into my life, it hasn't even been three months and he's professed his love to me.

{ Being an entry by Lancogard North-took into his Life-book }

THE PLOUGH & STARS, BROCKENBORINGS, Northfarthing, on this the 24th day of Rethe:

Yet another sad duty which I wished I hadn't needed to perform, has been concluded.