In Search of History

Tell me were Barahir's first words.

Raised on the bright weavings of family history, the glories of Gondor and Rohan, and the wider world of Arda, his own first writings, childish scrawls, were of history, too.  Once there were Elves. Now they are gone.

Alone he wandered, one hundred and ten days, awestruck at each totem of past, present, and future.  When he reached the hidden valley he stopped, touched by its desolate beauty  and the whispers swirling around him. In vain he tried to capture the words, but the voices turned to the murmuring of dry leaves. Gone, gone.

For the "Gone But Not Forgotten" challenge