Yule

A season clear

When Arien’s heat is dim

And quickly through the sky she skims

Long and impulsive are the journeys of Galmaxthalion. Guided by the whispers of the wind and the flow of the waters of middle-earth, he wanders where he is needed, but mostly where his heart takes him. It is no secret also that the fading of the year has a special place in his thoughts.

It was a cold winter, especially moreso in the northern regions such as the woods of Annúndir that resided between the Fields of Fornost and Kingsfell. Despite the temperature, the day was glowing, but the sun hid behind a mask of clouds. It was to be expected as light comes with heat, and if heat was masked so should light.

Sitting by a small campfire near a tent, somewhere in the Misty Mountains, reading her own diary, drawing on a new page, lost in her thoughts and memories, Yule of Shire Rose was not about to change her ways, not even  on this special day - as usual she would celebrate the anniversary alone with her thoughts.

Oh, the days are dark and dusky
And the northern wind brings news of coming cold
All the birds have left our land and headed south
With only crows left in our fold

But my mood is light and merry and I smile
I think of happy days ahead
For the yule is getting closer now
There are things to do to be prepared