It has been a long time since I had used this journal. There have been many changes in my life of late and I oddly find myself thirsting for times past. The old game, I suppose it could be called. However, in the game, others get hurt in the process. I dreamt of laughter and music last night. Music that I would happily dance to all over again. In my dreams, I saw her face, Aldway. The one my Mother wanted me to look up to. The model child and so she fell from grace with me because of love.

Blink.

Wooden beams stretched across a floral white expanse of painted framework that lay above Dagramir’s prone body. The contours of the roof hazed its way into his immediate attention as he did his best to return to his mind some form of conscious ability.

Blink.

Lothlorien, 4 and a half years ago

Two Elves sat on a high flet in Caras Galadhon, sipping red wine and looking out over the city of trees below. 

Orcs. It had been strange, seeing their tracks on the forest floor. Smelling their blood in the air. Ashwyneth had often searched for plants and hunted for animals among these woods, and very rarely had she even heard of orcs here.

Aranuir sat behind his desk, staring at the letter he was holding with his sausage-like fingers, reading it over and over again. Finally he laid the letter down on the desk and stroked back his thick, oily hair with his hand. ”Oh Radawen”, he sighed softly. ”Oh Radawen.”

*For context, this is a conceptual piece for what I'd imagine Arthur would turn out to be.*

Foolish it would be to assume that the expression of Arthur Audun would not be one of perpetual annoyance. Frozen like marble in a grimace of distaste, as though he had drunk deep from a chalice of something most sour.

His mother had bestowed the frowning crease between his eyebrows. Yet his father had given him the laugh lines around his mouth.

In the Guardroom, just as Elsa slipped the two keys down into her pouch as Jan described his daily work and Haarion was wondering if she was wearing anything under that skirt, a voice was heard from the doorway.