It was a moonlit night as Lanthonvir made his way up to the rock..the rock he had stood or sat on for the last weeks, gazing..keeping an eye out over the lands as he tried to think what he would do as he grabbed his ragged leather journal, a journal he have had with him since he was young and that was a long time. He looked out over the land known as the Trollshaws and began to write
It has been a long time since I decided to leave the town of Bree, I have come to my senses that a Eldar like myself are not looked on with a good eye there, even if I have lived there for a time, at this moment I regret doing so.. I do not expect that I will ever go back there anyway.. It gave me too much trouble with people there..yet I have friends still in Breeland..if they have not wandered off..
Speaking of wander off..I saw a small group of wanders not two days ago..I saw them as they crossed the Ford..by the looks of them I think they had been doing something but I do not know what and it looked as if they came from Eregion.. I am not sure if it was Sigfread I saw..It does not matter..they did not see me..It does not matter to me. I do wish for some company but I find it hard these days..for I feel like I have a mark on me..a mark that will not leave at all..like I have a reputation..a bad such as well..
Yet I find myself in times of trouble to think about those I call friends..and wonder what they do now, where they are..do they remember me.. Sigfread, Fiontann, Taala and Ennerin to name a few..I met Taala not long before I left..she seemed to be happy and well..she seemed glad to see me as well and greeted me with a warm hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek..She know how to greet someone if you ask me.. Sigfread and Fiontann I have not seen for a long time and I hope they are doing well and are still alive..little words comes out here in the wild.. Ennerin..I hope she is well, I have not seen her for a very long time...
I wonder when..or even were I will meet them again..I cant travel back to Breeland even as I wish I could just to meet Taala..such a sweet girl.. or Sigfread or Fiontann but I do not think they are in Breeland anymore..they were not there when I left..perhaps they were out on something or a journey like the one when I took part in their rescue..for which they bot were grateful for..
The night is still young..the stars are out and the moon is full.. and here I sit, the lands are quiet..I am quiet, observing, biding my time, trying to mend the small gaps and holes in my soul that I got in Breeland.. That is no place for an elf and I had it coming perhaps to myself for spending time there..serving a human..I met good people in Bree..whom I will carry with my for all time in my mind and in my heart, even in my soul.. Sitting here I remember a song my mother used to sing for me when I was a mere child and the day had been rough on me.. now only a memory as I can not recall all words she sung.. But I will do my best to remember them as well as I can..
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
As Lanthonvir began to write the song down he kept singing it for himself as well and a faint smile, these days a thing he had difficult for came to his face and soon followed by some tears as he rememberd his mother and father and his friends and his lady Ennerin, who he did not know if she still would be there for him, he thought she would not..but he did wish that she would be..he stopped writing and put the journal away, he could not bare to write in it any more that evening. source of the lyrics is http://elyrics.net.
