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..