I decided to leave alone… The road ahead of me curls slopes towards the sky among green columns of leafs and ivy. The small expedition Anordill took me to test my strengths gave me courage. An empty shell or not, this shell is a elf and my kind called the wilds home and friend forever. What right have I to claim any past if I do not dare to step out of the safehaven the bravery of others, belonging to two races, managed to give me. I rested and relayed on others enough.
I ended up causing trouble for both the man who so nobly offered me his help and the house who welcomed a stranger. Me telling I wish to search if Lothlorien is the home of my past and introducing my new friend. The Tur of Vanimar, saying in full Hall of Fire a man not enough escort for “a lady of his house”. A elf of the Hammer offering to be my escort in Anordill’s place, their words offending this man who only wished to aid.. a stranger. My face burning of shame to caused this all. Fiery words spoken that lead to challenging eachother in combat… No! I will not repay this way the kindness I received. I was selfish to hope for a moment I would have the company of both this brave and wonderful companions. This is a quest I must dare alone if I want to have any right to be called an Elf, not to mention one adopted by one of the strongest houses of my kind still standing.
I wrote them all of my decision, to the Tur, to my new friend and to this proud elf, Themodir, who stepped forward as representative of his house to offer to accompany me. I looked again at my handwrite, searching clues in it. I found none. It is no way to find out more here.
I rode in a early morning, grateful for the light armor and good horse, both gifts I am still to prove myself worthy of.. someday. I leave Imladris with the same hope I followed my Ranger guide to Evendim, in hope I am the elf the defenders of the old Annuminas sent word to their brothers to search for. That story proved not to be mine. This time will I find my own past?
