A trip, caught short.

I rose from my bed early, just when the sun had decided to rise. I walked down to the mail box, and there it was, something which I did not want to see.

It was a formal letter from Imladris, asking if I could come back and begin my new role at once. I could not ignore this, or deny the request.

I put the letter in my pocket, and walked back to where my person spaces were, I packed everything, everything that I had brought with me. I feel very sad to be leaving the Noldo behind.

I look around the room where I was sleeping until minutes ago..I wonder if it can even be called ˝sleeping˝, wandering trough old memories like that... Fire is about to go out, so I toss in a couple of pieces of wood to keep it burining, thinking of my ˝dream˝.

 A breath of fresh air, how I longed for thee.

I have now arrived in Lindon, the ship journey was not so bad as I thought it would be, during my last trip. I have met up with very old friends, we enjoyed a night of festive music and dance.

A few Elves ran up to me once I left the ship, they were awfully nice to me, which I unexpected. Perhaps the tone within Lindon seems to have flown the way I wanted it to be.

I hope that this reaches you folks in time, the post out here in Bree-Land seems a bit funny compared with the old hot-footed service back 'ome. Never mind, the fellow behind the bar said it gets there in good time.

It's weird being out of the Shire for so long I 'ave to admit. Out here things get a bit confuddled very easy like. You ask for a pint an' what you get is this great-arsed huge mug!. They do 'ave hobbit sized cups but you have to remember to ask for 'em!.