| There are cold winds, not of fell origin, floating through Ered Luin. Rhîw is deep now; yet no ice falls on this land. Just the winds...cold. I am reminded of the Long Winter, many years past... Nemben is staying indoors; he does not favour the weather at this moment, instead preferring to sit by the fire and think. I wonder of Tinuvinil and his Wife, Mithanor; have they become parents already? Or are we to wait, still... Furthermore, more of my family have joined me in kinship; cousins and uncles from afar and old, come to honour our House. A House that will linger until we fade... |
