 | Sitting here, in Lórien; my mind wanders. I go back to the days, when I deciphered old lays, and riddles, within the Archives; for leisure... Now, I find myself making riddles! They seemingly appear, the ideas and answers, and the words. "'neath Golden leaves and silver tree's, Fast I flow, Fearless and free. Who I am, you do not know. Onwards, ever, sweet; I flow." It is...not the hardest, nor the most challenging I have ever concieved; yet it is amusing, and assists passing the time. But as much as my mind wanders, always it lingers on Malliel; my beloved. I wish to see her, soon. |
