Rivendell

Druda awoke early and quickly packed her belongings, making sure the small wooden box containing the recovered necklace was buried safely at the bottom of her pack. Entry and exit from Bree was controlled by the four large gates in the towns’ wall. Druda was keen to keep a low profile following the events in the Prancing Pony the previous night so had decided to leave via a slightly different route. Her rooms in the Mudgate district of Bree had been chosen carefully.

 A hand comes down over the sheet I am working on, startling me. Wordlessly, Condir pulls it towards himself, frowning at what he sees.

After a moment that frown turns into his familiar wry smirk, although he says only, “This is not entirely what I expected.”

This song I remember my Mother sang for me, when I was a little child..

Often when I ride around the Vale..I can hear the song even if she is not around... It always remind me of her, but also how special we are...and how gifted and blessed I am to be the person that I am...My mother always reminded me about that.. I was never allowed to have low thoughts of myself, nor was I allowed to take my surroundings for granted..

Hall of Fire, Imladris

Indralas places a soft hand upon Sogadan's shoulder, gesturing for his attention. A swift nod follows from Indralas, causing Sogadan to rise from his chair and make for his abode with purpose. Indralas gazes across the Hall, noting the disquieted aura. He unclasps the brooch holding his cape around his neck, and begins to fold it together neatly, picking up a sombre tune. Next to him, on a chair, sits Lasdal.

The Eldar, friends to Mankind. The shame to the firstborn. 

Is that how I should see them? Perhaps, for they who side with the mortals are fools. Should I still trust them, eventhough I know who they side with? A question that has been bothering me for a long time. The tongue of Mankind can be venomous and they are out to poison our minds like they have poisoned the Eldar.

Here I am, I followed the example of my own niece, Minyelaire. I ventured into foreign lands, I write this from my room in Imladris. This place is forsaken, filled with the Eldar, their twisted minds, corrupted by the ways of Mankind. Is it a shame for the Kinn-Lai to leave our lands, to leave the great Yaquir? We should have done the same as our forefathers, we should have stayed hidden under protection of the great trees. Kinn-sala, I do miss the place with hole my heart. But I cannot leave, I have to keep my eye on my kindred. Especially on Belkhala, she is easily affected by words.

Dear Diary,

My recent experiences within Imladris have simply been marvelous. I am loving every single moment I spend here watching the trees, the birds, the nature, and generally everything. I feel more connected to the Earth within this place. I can feel how life pumps in everything within the Valley. I can fully appreciate nature now.