The Longing

by Jay of Lasgalen  

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I long for my home.  I want to see the beeches again; to walk beneath their shade.  I want to hear the wind among the branches; to see the stars between their leaves.  I want to smell the scents of a misty autumn morning and feel the soft dew beneath my feet.

Here in this city of stone I feel confined.  The walls reflect the heat and constant clamour of humanity.  But outside the walls the white gulls cry, and the Anduin leads to the Sea.

I long for the tranquillity of the forest.  Maybe then I will find peace..