Lately my mind has mostly been set on the threats that lure within the barrow downs. Not allot of rest has come my way.
Yet when I rest, I think about old memories. Those of my travels.
Last night I relived the memory of when I first laid eyes upon Lothlorien and Caras Galadhon.
I remember how I was greeted as a friend by the Galadhrim. Why they trusted me I did not know. But I was welcomed and finally was able to have the rest I desired for so long.
My rest however had to wait. The Lord and Lady of Caras Galadhon wished to speak with me.
Was is about my travels? About what path laid ahead of me? I don't recall. But I do know I kneeled as deep as I could when I laid eyes upon them.
Celeborn.... The Lord of the Golden woods... He looked most impressive yet humble and friendly.
Galadriel.... The Lady of the Golden woods... She was the most beautiful being I ever laid eyes upon.
My days of rest there were pleasant. I hope one day I can return. To greet them as old friends.
