My father has invested heavily in a scheme to rebuild the Mines of Moria. It's run by the Lady Celebrían of Rivendell, so I'm sure all is well. Elves are very good at long-term investments and planning. My brothers are screaming about it, though. They say that papa's mad ventures will be the ruin of us all. I think that they're just silly.
Oh well. The whole family will be traveling to Minas Tirith for the coronation of Aragorn, son of Arathorn. It's very exciting! I've heard all of papa's stories about how brave and noble Aragorn is. They fought together. I sometimes forget that as Prince of Dol Amroth, he's a hardened warrior, and not just my papa. Anyway, I can't wait to meet the man that my papa sings the praises of!
I've been making several new dresses for the trip. I don't know what ladies of stature wear in Minas Tirith. I hope I don't come off as some backwoods country princess without a clue. My brothers couldn't care less how they look, so it falls to me to properly represent our family. I've been cutting and sewing for days! It's work I enjoy, but I'm still worried. What if I don't make a good impression? Not that I'm hoping to catch the eye of any nobleman or anything... *blushes* Nobody would want me anyway. My brothers say I'm quite the old maid to not be properly married yet. *sighs*
I hope my flower garden doesn't die while I'm away. I've extracted promises from various people to look after it, but one never knows... I'll take some seeds with me. Who knows, I may have the chance to cultivate some flowers while in Minas Tirith! I hope that everything goes well...
(Read comments)
|
