4. Thy Heart Shall Then Rest in the Forest No More
Today's Challenge (Day 8):
From the lone shieling of the misty island,
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas -
Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides!
Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand;
But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
- from the "Canadian Boat Song", attributed to John Galt
Write a story or poem or create a piece of artwork reflecting identification with or connection to one's land, country or culture.
Thy Heart Shall Then Rest in the Forest No More
On their last night, he finds himself wandering through Ithilien's woods, murmuring to the saplings: I planted you, but I shall not see you grow to full height… He spends hours high in the sweet-smelling canopy, the fir-needles whispering to him of another forest, far away.
For the green leaves was I named, and for an Age the sap's rise and fall was my life's rhythm. Yet even as Taur-nu-fuin is reborn Eryn Lasgalen from the darkness we so long fought, I must depart.
The Sea-longing's shot through with pain: I go to Elvenhome… an exile from my father's land.
Taur-nu-fuin: the Forest-under-Night (Mirkwood)