This Mortal Place

This will be my home, this city of white stone. It is strange to my eyes and my heart, not having the majestic splendor of Lorien, crowned with the golden mallorn that are gifts from the Valar. Nor does it have the peace of Imladris, with the quiet and comforting chatter of the waters.

Nay, this city of kings is human, through and through; young, rushed, crude.

But nevertheless, it will be my home, for there is where my Estel rules, and at his side is my rightful place. I will live out the rest of my life in this mortal city, for now, I too, am human.