there is a ship about to sail soon, so I'll use the occasion to give you the news of our little domain. Your sons have settled well into their new roles as Lords and Masters, though their attempts at splitting up the work and responsibility are not always meeting expectations, and it turned out to be a good decision for me to remain behind and guide them trough the learning process.
I must say, this brought back all kinds of memories of old, like the time when you were getting the hang if it yourself. (No, I'm not smirking, just remembering fondly.) To be honest, I've become a bit maudlin in my old age (or so says your always-considerate Firstborn) and am in fact remembering quite often the good times we all had, back in Lindon. Didn't we have a splendid time? Yes, yes, I know what you'll say, I miss Gil badly still, after all this time, and I know I've always sad those years at the beginning of the Second Age have been the best of my live. Give him my love, will you, if he is already around
Memory gilds even the worst hours, and a recent stunt of your progeny occurrence made me think of that night in the cave. Do you remember it, when we were snowed in, and rescued our search party the next morning? I think I never told you how much of a dear you were to be with, and how much I cherished your endurance and patience with Gil's and my antics. Don't you deny it, I know you found us amusing most of the time, no matter your stern or serious face or being deprived of your breakfast.
Oh, and to spare you the fretting: your sons might be the Lords and Masters of Imladris, but that still doesn't prevent them to get into the odd scrap. We are having an unusual amount of snow, and where no sensible soul would have ventured beyond the habited areas or even outside the valley, they had to go hunting and did get snowed in. But they had thought of taking supplies and food (lembas and oatmeal, Rohi informed me) and were back before we were starting to get seriously worried and send out a search party. I had thankfully managed to convince Fin of this being not a good idea with all the snow, though I needed to draw the Advisor card to have him see reason.
Your sons, in turn, had the good grace to remember something of your tales, it seems, for a couple of days later, I found a large box on my desk, filled with the most delicate jellied candies: three colours, three flavours, and all shaped as 'E's. There are indeed three 'E's again.
Give my love to everybody who cares for it, and be well.
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Date: 2014-03-28 12:24 am (UTC)there is a ship about to sail soon, so I'll use the occasion to give you the news of our little domain. Your sons have settled well into their new roles as Lords and Masters, though their attempts at splitting up the work and responsibility are not always meeting expectations, and it turned out to be a good decision for me to remain behind and guide them trough the learning process.
I must say, this brought back all kinds of memories of old, like the time when you were getting the hang if it yourself. (No, I'm not smirking, just remembering fondly.) To be honest, I've become a bit maudlin in my old age (or so says your always-considerate Firstborn) and am in fact remembering quite often the good times we all had, back in Lindon. Didn't we have a splendid time? Yes, yes, I know what you'll say, I miss Gil badly still, after all this time, and I know I've always sad those years at the beginning of the Second Age have been the best of my live. Give him my love, will you, if he is already around
Memory gilds even the worst hours, and a recent
stunt of your progenyoccurrence made me think of that night in the cave. Do you remember it, when we were snowed in, and rescued our search party the next morning? I think I never told you how much of a dear you were to be with, and how much I cherished your endurance and patience with Gil's and my antics. Don't you deny it, I know you found us amusing most of the time, no matter your stern or serious face or being deprived of your breakfast.Oh, and to spare you the fretting: your sons might be the Lords and Masters of Imladris, but that still doesn't prevent them to get into the odd scrap. We are having an unusual amount of snow, and where no sensible soul would have ventured beyond the habited areas or even outside the valley, they had to go hunting and did get snowed in. But they had thought of taking supplies and food (lembas and oatmeal, Rohi informed me) and were back before we were starting to get seriously worried and send out a search party. I had thankfully managed to convince Fin of this being not a good idea with all the snow, though I needed to draw the Advisor card to have him see reason.
Your sons, in turn, had the good grace to remember something of your tales, it seems, for a couple of days later, I found a large box on my desk, filled with the most delicate jellied candies: three colours, three flavours, and all shaped as 'E's. There are indeed three 'E's again.
Give my love to everybody who cares for it, and be well.
Erestor