((love))

There stood the White City before us, painted the colours of the myriad flowers placed in celebration for The King’s wedding. After all those years, I was finally back, and my words failed me.

“So… Here it is”, was all I could manage to muster.

The sun shone brightly on the Havens of Belfalas. Spring had finally come around and greeted us with the blooming of our beautiful garden. The sound of the waves accompanied the beautiful sights of the Cape, only bested by the sights beside me

The last few months had been quite busy for me. There was still much to be done in Khazâd-Dum, and the dwarves sure did pay well. Spending my time with the finest of craftsmen among Durin’s Folk proved fruitful, as well, as I walked out of Moria with my finest work yet – a vibrant, shining set of plate armor with the slightest hints of mithril infused into it.