There is little to trouble my life these days. I have moved on to a quieter, more peaceful existence than I have long known. Lelyar and Arnone tend the Halls, while I am mostly in a smaller dwelling on the coast, so that I may look out each day over the sunken lands that were once my home. I remember!
It was once his home too.....
I am grown tired of these lands at last. A short while longer and I will take ship. That is now my course. There is still joy in certain things...in the beauty of nature, in the songs of the sea, in the light of sun and moon and stars. But I hear the call. I want to tread the shores of Valinor, and meet again my kin and friends who passed before me.
A whisper on the breeze there was last night. Another old friend has taken the path, and that sadly not by ship, but through a sojourn with Namo Mandos.
There are many who have gone ahead of me. What have I left to fear? Only that others will succumb to any creeping darkness that still haunts the land, lingering in shadowed corners and among crowds alike. The Dark Lord is gone, that is truth. But I see now that the seeds he and his predecessor sowed will remain. There will likely be others lost before the full light returns. May that not be!
'Stay safe' I think often, as I consider friends of past times, and those who still remain.
But in the end, we shall all be together again in the Blessed Lands. I know that.
'May it be I see you again there one day, Hound of Vanimar."
