Today is Eruhantalë and thus the end of summer. The weather is as fair as it was yesterday, and will be fine for days, perhaps weeks.
Yet I feel no joy, not at the day and not at the weather. As I feared – and against my counsel – the King will not go up Meneltarma to offer Thanks to Eru.
Manwe's Witnesses fly high over Meneltarma, and as I glance up I feel a chill in my heart that the warm sun cannot dispell. Tomorrow I ride back to Andúnië. I can only hope Númenor weathers the storm that is brewing.
Originally written for Cuinwen's birthday - November 2011
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