Sit in the window sill looking out over Lorien. Shiver , it is chilly. Think about Race and I cant help but worry a little. Take a deep breath.
I knwo little one, I know, I should perhaps not worry so much. But I do."Pour some gingertea crawl under the wamr covers of the bed with the tea. "I hope he is not too cold and not to bruised and not black and blue ." Take the flute my brother gave to me and softly play a little tune on it. Carefully lay it aside with my violin, I do feel sleep come over me. I cant fihght sleep much longer and I do drop off to sleep