Monday, June 22, 2009
In winter, snow covers the valley of the Arda. It covers the frozen lake. It covers the plain as far as the eye can see, and in the distance the mountains shine like glass. I like to think of the sleigh rides we took together in that winter I spent in Rahksh. In the sun the fields and trees and rooftops looked so fine with the snow lying on them; Dûrvan and whatever dark bargains were being struck there seemed so far away.