I cannot wait until Lord Amandil comes to visit daddy again, so that I can play with Elendil. Nobody is able to accompany me on the harp like Elendil. When he is playing I seem to sing better. When I was little he made me cry by acting like that, but not anymore. My dad says the days of this Valinorean rubbish are numbered anyway.
Nobody believes in it anymore.
He is a horrible man. My daddy is the king and these so-called King s Men are the ones that are continuously making life miserable for him. Indeed they are far relatives of ours, because they are descended from Silmarien, who was the daughter of the fourth king, Tar-Elendil. This is the annual festival where all men, women and children join equally to express their gratitude to Eru and Yavannah for giving us the harvests. Of course there is a formal celebration by the priests in the temple on Meneltarma, but not many people here in the capital go up there.