The Torn Journal: Entry III

So here I am, Tinnudir after all those years. This place means much to me as this is the only place I really call home. It might be weird for a traveller like me to call 'a town' home but I was born here. Many years passed since I last have seen the Nenuial Lake and walked these paths. Yet I have no time to enjoy it all. We will leave this town in the morning and sail towards the ancient city of Annuminas. So many things to do and not enough time for anything. It makes me sad but I know that someday I will return and settle down in these lands. Well, much has happened since I departed from Bree-Land as well. I did it alone, then met Suoma, The Hobbit and my most trusted elf-friend, Ornessar on the way. But meeting Gondorn on the way to Evendim was a great surprise. He joined us but it seems not for long. We parted our ways again at the camp in Parth Aduial and moved on. Anyway I hope that one of my brothers will allow us to use the boats. The town itself might be a great challenge for my companions but I am sure that we will make it in one piece. Well, sometimes I am recalling the memories of people. I miss Carrenhil and Faerollas greatly but still hope to see them soon. I am not sure if she still remembers me...
This town still makes me think about my past. My birth, parents, training and battles of old. So much happened here. No one could even imagine what I am feeling right now.