January 27, 2009

Haarland —

I apologize for the infrequency of my communication.  My family, my friends… none of them know where I’ve gone.  It was easier that way, and I’m not sure what I will tell them — I have yet to write to them, as it makes me feel somewhat self-conscious. I have my reasons for leaving, with more questions than answers.

I am in Forochel, a frozen wasteland at the end of the world, north of Evendim — we had drawn close, together, when we were at Tínnudir, if you can remember. Never in my life have I been this cold.  Lorien, for the most part, is always comfortable… but here… it is bone chillingly cold. 

However. it is so beautiful… The sky is filled with aurorae in shimmering hues of blue, green, purple, white… all across the sky.  The snow and the sky light up the land in a permanent twilight at night.  During the day, the silence of the ice and snow make me feel like I’m alone in the entire world.

The Lossoth (the Men of this land) are hostile and unwelcoming, but have allowed Thalya and I some brief moments of hospitality , trading with us for thick bearskin cloaks to wear against the biting wind.  I do not know exactly why we are here, I go to these places under the assumption that Thalya knows what she is doing. 

I think of you often. These thoughts are what keeps me warm in this bleak environment. I hope you are well, and happy.


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January 4, 2009



I promised I would write when I arrived, and here I am, safely within my homeland. I admit I am very apprehensive about this entire situation – I have not been gone long, though it feels like I have.  Very, very soon I am returning to my home to see my family, and I’m not sure what they are going to say to me when I arrive. Maybe they’re going to be embarrassed, or disappointed. I’ve forgone my previous life, in many ways, for a new one.

This, Lothlórien, is my home. Until I  arrived in Ered Luin (shortly before we met), I had never ventured outside these golden woods, if you can imagine that. We do not often leave this place of sparkling water, stone paths and verdant greenery. The gardens and pathways lead further into the cool, silvery blue shade of the forest. Within, there are lush gardens with streams flowing into small, still pools, surrounded by arbors fashioned of graceful tree branches.  And above rise the towering silver and gold Mallorn trees in which we live, under a the canopy of leaves and branches.

I suppose the idea of living in trees for thousands of years is rather absurd and probably humorous. I only wish I could bring you to the land of my birth to show it to you myself.

I hope you are happy in Rivendell. I regret being unable to remain there.

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