 | Now I stand, here atop the flets of Caras Galadhon; upon the highest levels. Down below, I see my friend; Lindeman, who was called by The Lady. He seems to be pondering, looking up at the skies. I wonder, if he has seen me? But no, he is but Mortal...I am Elf-kind, and he cannot see as far as I. I hear his muttering, how he wonders if this place is a dream. I remember Master Elessar, muttering the same things when he came hither, with Lady Arwen. Now, Lindeman still looks up; and I do too..the veil of Gilthoniel is shrouded, by cloud from the North. Something is amiss, and I must put aside my quill for now. |
