Thought for the day

[cedar_grove]

"It can be a random thing... an occasional laugh, the way a drapery moves, even something as natural as the wind blowing a certain bow, none in particular, just any and I am back... back in the summer of my days, gravid with Ailirisia, or Amroth... or chasing around after my son - now king in his father's place and ai, elan, I miss him. I miss his strength, his warmth, the baritone timbre of his voice as he walked at my side. Ai, but it is winter yet, and I am Her avenging storm." rt=