Old friend, it warms my heart to read your words. I am well enough as I sit vigil to Luther's bedside. The last of my family begins to finish his circle of life. In his last breaths, I am troubled with what he whispers in his dreams.Aminered avaene amin hiraeth gurth arinya. A'maelamin amin gurth avaene lle. Ilymeie oline. Aminqualm aminumbar. Hiraeth lleumbar. Yallume telaseere. Tenna' ento lye omenta.
His eyes closed and moved no more. I laid him to rest near a etsir. In the distance i could hear weeping.. I saw noone. I tire my good friend. My time will too soon come. I dream of flight over the glad often. I know little of what this means. It eases my fear of death. The one thing i learned off the elven kind..
Its not death that scares me so, but what dies with in us while we live.
I have very few prescious days left. I feel the grip of my circle upon me. Do not worry yourself over my being. I grow many herbs, flowers and trees. It pleases me to know they will be long after I have passed..
Yours in service
-Lunt-