Note: These are just the notes of her adventures
Le suilon Mellon nin,
I know it has been long since I wrote to you but sometimes it’s hard to write to whom you cannot send. Still it’s the only way to endure living without your friendship…
Well, as you know I have always been reluctant to leave our borders in mirkwood but now as I was standing on the walls of Ost Guruth, feeling the dusty wind on my face, watching the endless night sky decorated with thousands of stars… I’m starting to feel differently.
Now I know your brother was right while he was trying to convince us to travel to Celondim, Imladris and more… So I did what he asked me to do and gave the letter lord Elrond in Imladris. He wrote me another letter of recommendation to be given to the Tûr of Bar-en Vanimar. Many days passed since I’ve been accepted in his house… my house…
You know I never had a house or a proper family… just a brother I never met before and you with a few more friends which I lost forever in the fires of war. Now I’m not going to lie neither to you nor to myself. I’m scared to know others, to let them get close to me. I tasted the pain before but still… I’ve been summoned to join others, other hunters of the house. Lord Tyelepoma asked us to patrol in Eregion and wanted us to seek for a mountain passage. We travelled through the land like shadows of the clouds moving with the wind. I felt honoured being with them. Sir Galendil and Eleufalion, both unapproachable hunters I have ever seen before. Especially sir Galendil who you can admire easily as he stands out bravely even his lack of sight.
And I witnessed the friendship between them which string my heart. I forget how it feels being a stranger with them. Now I feel scared… Scared but maybe stronger?
