Who fills now the meadows
With shining white blossoms?
Who fills now the forests
With needles like leaves?

No warm winds make grow them,
No summer makes ripen
The fruit in the fields
That the farmer has sown.

No autumn wind colours
The forests with brightness,
The shade of the needles
Not dark on the pines.

As white as the blossoms,
So white stands the forest:
In frozen bright beauty
Paints winter his land.

 As of late, things have seem to taken a turn for the worst.

I have received no word from Galadven, my Son. My only guess is that he is far from Eriador and could be at war. Teremonth, has already left for war! Iverwen and Craign told me. I am outraged that he did not consult it with me first. Although, Iverwen seems to have entrusted me with the care of my Grandson. He is in Lórien right now, being cared for by Iverwen's close friend, I should hope to bring him to Imladris, so I can raise him among my friends and people. He shall have a good education there.

Aldúya, 52nd day of Lasse-lanta

Anor tarries less now in the skies above Imladris, and the clear starlit nights grow longer; soon Hrívë will be upon us, and the stars will truly light the earth longer than the Sun!

Even now, Imladris is bedecked with a carpet of rich brown and gold, as the trees shed their raiment and settle into their long slumber.

Cyfric,

I hope this letter finds you well. I apologise for being so sparse with my missives, but all that travelling has been quite the strain! Finally, though, I've managed to track our errant sire to an odd little town in the middle of nowhere. We should have guessed, really, that he'd run as far as his legs could carry him and then some more for good measure. Unfortunately, I've not yet been able to meet up with him.

The fire crackles to itself, bright and warming, as I lay out all the gear that was found on her when she was taken. I begin the detailed inventory... item: long knife, elven-made... length, marks, discription of hilt

... item: fancy leather boots ... colour, design.

... item: one red earring in the shape of a flower, stylised lilly, not elf make. Journeyman work.

And it is time to take the quill in my hand and write. Much time has passed since I've done so, not that I would have noticed it were it not for the life growing inside of me. I have felt her spirit for almost a year now and soon, soon I shall be able to look into her eyes, see the spirit that is her with my own, my Kalmafëa.. my spirit of light...my yende... Soon, soon.