Finally, I have made it. I cannot begin to describe how good it is to speak to others again, or to eat well-made food. The provisions I received from that trade caravan were shoddy at best. On the other hand, I have become exceptionally good at creating small camps, due to more practice than I would have liked! That is behind me for now, though. I have made camp with several rangers near Nenuial. Unlike other men, they do not stare so, and seem more comfortable in my presence. However, they gave me grave tidings. They say that a dark force is growing in the East, that fell things creep in places once considered safe. How did I not know about this earlier? All of my life spent in Lothlorien, and all I heard of this was a battle in Mirkwood many years ago. I do not understand why I would be kept in the dark about this matter. Why was it never discussed at home, or was I too oblivious to notice? I am curious, but it matters little now. My reasons for leaving were unrelated, but now I know I can make a change. I planned to simply travel the world, but now I hope to affect it as well. I will go to places where my kind has never walked, make changes they never dreamed of, and I will bring back stories to stir their blood into action!
I have slept a bit and re-read the words above, and I realize how foolish they sound. Simply the the sleep-deprived ramblings of a foolish elf, not even one of the full-blooded Eldar. Still, I am surprised at how my kin does nothing. Have we grown so far from this world?
