Two journal entries in the hand of Lothíriel of Dol Amroth, speaking to the men in her life and of the nature of home.
sun of summer now rules over the plains. Not a breath stirs the long grass;
waves flowing through the tasselled green signal clearly that a rider
is coming or going. The distance is full of silence, or sometimes the
humming of insects in the heat.
strange to me to be sitting in a courtyard, high above a city that has
no taste of rich turned earth nor surging current of soft-scented green
that billows all the way to its doors. Looking down, tier upon tier of
buildings and roads remind me that I am back in the Land of Stone. Only
when I raise my eyes to the horizon, to the constantly moving waves, do
I feel a connection to the wind in the high sweet grass of home.
This story was written for the "Letters and Journals" challenge at Open Scrolls Archive
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