Imladris

Braigion stared at the reflection of himself in the water, mouthing and quietly whispering words. Whatever happened during the time where his memory is blank, it probably contributed to the fact he had improved lot in understanding people and even speaking their language.

Lamaenon was a good communicator, the Avar gave the ellon credit for that…and his impeccable timing. That was twice now the silver-head came right when the situation was dire; unless he accounted saving Eltawĭnā from the undead.

"Master Nolomir? Here are your letters for today." Limthir walked into the office, carrying a stack of quite a few sealed letters, feet padding across the floor with earnest haste. His olive-green robes made agitated little swishing noises as he entered the room and set the letters on a grandly carved oak desk in the corner.

Dear Journal, 

Such a fair land Imladris is, fairer than I expected. From the hasty waterfalls that crash below to the silent trees that rustle in the wind. Surely such a land has been blessed by the Valar themselves.  It is no wonder as to why people seek refuge in such a place, for it brings peace to one's heart. 

Though my reason for traveling here is not for peace. I am here to meet my sister-in-law and friend,Tinurendis. Yet worry clouds my heart, for it seems that she has not come yet.

Tinnuil