Home

I've been waken up by the song of the birds and the breeze, my room hasn't changed a single bit, I get up and I take a look to the house, some new things have been added, a new table, duferent curtains, and of course everything ready for the ceremony, all decorated with flowers, white adorned wraps arround the windows...

The air has that hint of chill to it that signifies the ‘fading’ is almost upon us. Though warm and bright have been the days of late, come aduial the stars shine in a cold, crisp sky. Some of the bird flocks are seen no longer over Lindon, having started their journeys south, to warmer climes. The land-bound animals’ fur grows thicker, and those who will spend the coming season in deep slumber are searching diligently for a place of safety to call ‘winter-home’.

So open up the weathered little door
The wooden beams reach to the creaking floor
There lies inside a fading welcome mat
And nearby is a stand to hang some hats

Fine pictures line the narrow passageway
An aging clock that ticks the time each day
And vases full of roses, red and white
Beside the doorways leading left and right

A table, chairs all neatly put aside
A wooden chest, its secrets locked inside
A line of books all bound in coats of red
Await a time that they all may be read

OOC: My thanks goes to Dreamingfifi for her help and to Thorsten Renk for his amazing work on demystifying Sindarin!