Loth-i-Lonnath

O, Lothlórien, where mallorn trees stand tall and blossoming! Always the home of my heart will be here, in your peaceful wake! Far I have wandered since last I gazed upon thy grandeur, and I wish to tell that I have returned and settled at my birthplace in Lindon, my wayward mind lost to Mithlond's blue seas and white sails. Ah, how captivating it is, to traverse the seas, bending sails to the wind's will, and to pull the vessel's ropes! To once again be in childhood's hour, walking its sandy beaches, picking seashells and smooth rocks tumbled by endless waves!

It is not my custom to focus as intently as I have on the passage of time these past forty days, and yet my experience has become that of a smoke-filled bubble; where previously I would have been content to merely observe events unfold and meditate on them, I now find the bubble has burst and my energies have begun to diffuse into a collective environment of toil and mutual duty.

I read again what I wrote the evening after initial training; much of it bears a bittersweet pang. My attempts to capture an intensely complicated emotional situation in far-too-brief prose are clumsy at best. It is at times such as these when I envy the short-lived races. Though I cannot say I share their minds, I do find their resilience admirable and desirable. As one of the Eldar, I am granted time incomprehensible to those who do not share my longevity, and yet after what would be generations to Men, I still find it a challenge to write on my departure.