Reiven hold up the silver swan amulet which was stained with blood, which was once belong to Daenaro, Darnur of Nargothrond, now entrusted her to carry. The rays of sun danced on the silver swan as she was trying to close the lavalieres’ clasp with her frostbite, aching fingers. But she ignored the pain and didn’t stop until feeling its cold touch hanging safely on her chest.

I read a story the other day.. About wellknowned legends.. It inspired me to write a song....

 Sun rays dancing on a glistening lake. Birds singing in treetops. A gentle breeze flowing through grass as if caressing the ground. "Warmth and peace... " A slender hand resting on the rock surface, soaking up the warmth the sun has stored in it. Dark strands of hair playing in the wind, trying to rest on a paleskinned face, yet as vibrant and lively as it's owner, can not. "Warmth and peace..." Silken clothes dyed a pale burgundy red encompasses a slender body perched upon the rock.

The days since my return have been strange.

Everything looks the same as I remember, from the tightly packed buildings to the dirt-strewn cobbled streets and yet it all feels so very different. I had certainly not expected everything to be on hold in my absence but even knowing that events occur without me did not prepare me for the changes I am seeing. They have only just begun, I think, for there are still many I have yet to see and much news to hear.