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Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!

A mess of the temperamental and the calm

†he crownless again shall be king

✟ mem·oir
1. A record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation.
2. Usually, memoirs.
a. an account of one's personal life and experiences; autobiography.
b. the published record of the proceedings of a group or organization, as of a learned society.
3. A biography or biographical sketch.

An amateur I am in almost everything, a jack of all trades and master of none as the proverbial saying goes - but only for now. To excel one has to first enjoy, and I'm getting there soon, I suppose. For it would be absolute bosh to call myself a musician if I didn't enjoy music, or to take for myself the title of artist if I didn't embrace art through its difficulties. But yes - I study music, and yes, I live and breathe art, though I don't think I am worthy of either titles, not until I learn to love them thoroughly.

“I didn't think it would end this way."
"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it."
"What? Gandalf? See what?"
"White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."
"Well, that isn't so bad."
"No. No, it isn't.”
"The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold."
"It's just the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure."
“I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”