|Current mood:|| pensive|
My work for Prince Thrandos continues uneventfully...
I have been getting severe visions ever since I started staying in the tower. I had one yesterday in the garden after I slipped away from Eomer and Lady Ro, I had another in my dreams last night, and I kept spacing out in the kitchen today while I was speaking with Lord Faramir! I don't know what to do...I'm just thankful no one's caught me in the severe ones yet. They'd think something was wrong with me and perhaps I was ill and would try to touch me... I hate this so called gift.
Which reminds me, I have recently made a new friend. He is King Eomer of Rohan, though he wishes for me to address him as only Eomer. It's wonderful to have a fellow horse lover around, and I must say that I am impressed with his riding skills. I enjoy his presence and I'm quite glad to actually have some friends. I hope these wonderful people think as much of me.... It makes my thoughts drift to Mirkwood. I wonder if I ever really had a home. True that Mirkwood is in my heart and always will be...but it is much in my heart as Rohan is. I still hope to see it again someday. I wonder how long I will stay in the white city. I stay now for my new friends, but when it comes time for me to leave again, will I?