Rivendell

Saelleth had undergone many months of training in the valley of Imladris and observed a number of patrols in the surrounding lands. She had progressed well and although her skill with the sword was still lacking in comparison to the fully trained warriors she had learned enough to defend herself competently. Where Saelleth excelled was in the use of the spoken word.

The autumn sun was shining through the few copper-coloured leaves still clinging to the branches in defiance of the icy winds cutting through the vale. Despite the deeply blue sky, the weather was already turning to winter and the temperature mirrored it. There was an edge to the wind and the smell of ice in the crisp mountain air.

Rivendell has proven to be a great place to escape to for a while.  After  confronting Neyaa a few days ago, I was ready for a trip.  Things have been messes up with Neyaa for a little while.  I miss being her friend, but it is my own fault.  Perhaps I'll tell you why someday, but I do not feel the want to record it down now.  I just wish Neyaa could forgive me someday, though I know she never will and I cannot blame her.  On the bright side, I received word from a man who I showed mercy to.

The final days here in the Elven valley fly by, we visit our ponies while making final preparations, Scrumpy seemed very happy and eager, I guess like me it has been quite restful for him. Though as lovely as it is to be here, I long to be home and see the Shire again, the simple things in life really do come to mind when they are not present. I like my routine, and I like gravy, two things that have been quite absent on this trip.

My excitement can scarcely be contained as we pass through the gates of Imladris the sun is rising over the peeks and shards of morning light pierce the leaves of the trees. A fresh gentle inviting breeze graces our faces as we make our descent down into the hidden vale.