Scent of spring
Lothoniel, Ereimund, Arnelloth, and Amgaladh watch the river Lhûn from Duillond.
Loth-i-Lonnath rides to Meluinen to see how our friends north of Bree-land are fairing before going home to Duillond.
After a long ride, traveling nearly week (IC), we found a suitable camp in the Lonelands. We sang songs, played music, and had many discussions around the campfire.
After unsettling reports from Ereimund's winged friends, we decided to make an early camp while Mithdirith scouts move on ahead.
Loth-i-Lonnath leaves Imladris on a rainy day, traveling with kinmates and friends towards their home in Lindon.
"The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
Upon the meadows and hills nearby Duillond the revellers set out, planting many seeds of flowers and trees alike.
For the Olvar (plants) of Yavanna delight under the helping hands of the skilled Firstborn.
Mallos, breathing gold,
Lissuin the fragrant, bringer of dreams,
Alfirin, immortal among the gardens of Arda,
Seregon, reminder of blood and stone,
I took a much needed evening walk. Finding myself in Jasmine's garden, picking at the lilies and roses. My world could be beautiful. I just needed to let time heal heal me.