Rivendell

“I hope you did not forget to bring me some cakes, to comfort me for waiting for my dinner till I am half starved."

Our pleasant stay here in Rivendell draws slowly to a close, in a few days' time we shall be on the road again divested of most enjoyable safety the Vale provides to all who come without ill intent. I think I have grown much accustomed to this fact in past weeks, perhaps too much to my liking. I have also noticed many of us becoming softer, irresistible to all that pampering Imladris offers. On the other hand it is definitely a well-earned rest everyone deserved after all we had been through past seasons.

It feels like an age since I have listened to the sounds that flutter in my ears, or watched the sights that glitter before mine eyes. In truth, it was perhaps just over a year, by Man's reckoning, that I last set foot upon the grass of Imladris. And yet, it always surprises me when I say as much to myself. Time has performed a cruel trick indeed. Soon, I will celebrate the day of my conception, over four hundred years ago. Four hundred years. And one lone year seems to have stretched just as much, if not longer.