Rivendell

On the hour of the songs, Nindis found herself surrounded by good company. Many from the Golden Wood and of the wanderers were now in  the Valley, sharing much and finding their lost memories and tales in each other. Then there was also a company of the Naugrim, making noise enough to awaken a whole forest. She wondered, perhaps their ears had gone somehow deaf from all the tingling in the forges ? Never the less, the chaotic growls were certainly mingling with the night's gatherings and merriments. Nindis smirked and gazed at the musicians playing by the Fires.

I will try to accurately document here yet again of what has happened in the meantime since my last diary entry. I may digress slightly within this journal as I believe I may have omitted some minor detail last time.

Cristran had visited my home the next day so that I could check that he was healing adequately after our encounter in the Old Forest.   I quietly marvelled at just how quickly he was healing, he had suffered this malady for far longer than I would believe any mortal could and he was healing at a hugely accelerated rate. 

Rivendell,

A couple of months earlier

Redandir was sitting on the grass near one of many bodies of water in the Valley. He had a straw in his mouth and was looking at the water, all in his thoughts.

“Rivendell seems like a nice place, probably even better than my homeland. And elves here are so lovely too. At least those that I’ve met…”

Thibinoriel, Celebthondil, and members of their family sat comfortably at their dining table as they broke their fast. Suddenly, there came a knock at the door which Thibinoriel answered. It was a messenger bearing a note from Lady Galadriel. Thibinoriel thanked the messenger and placed a small green gem in his hand. She carefully opened the note and began to silently read it. When she had finished she returned to the dining table to share the news.