Caras Galadhon's Harbour boasts supreme craftsmanship, even in the smallest of things. Here, is the Lord and Lady's boat.

A little something I came across in my travels. But the location eludes my mind...

Our Library...is a mess, and always has been, but finally we got to cleaning it up. Of course, there was an injury relating to a...very misplaced book atop the fire.

This statue, of old, was of Gil-galad, the King of Elves of Old...it has now fallen into ruin, like his legend will soon do...a shame.

Mithon, my cousin, in full battle gear. He always did prefer the colour red, but his shield....tells a tale of it's own.

Even my kindred Galadhrim enjoy the tastes of the fine wines of our kind, but sometimes too much

I stopped past the River, near the Homesteads, to admire the view of the Falathlorn.

Edhelion...I was there when it fell, to the cruel, cruel Dwarves of Skorgrim Dourhand....but all was not lost, for my kindred felled there are in Mandos' Halls, and the lore that once was, is safe....

The Rift of Nûrz Ghâshu in Angmar...a dreaded place, by all, no doubt even Mordiridth, Steward of Angmar...though he may be a wraith, he is still fearfull...and what dwells within...a dark evil.

I was recently back in my homeland, on an errand....everybody called me ''Flet-Runner'' and always do when I am so, but it was a mere personal errand. Nevertheless, I stopped into the Craft Hall, home of Arda's Professional Scholars, Weaponsmiths and Crafters. I just could not take my eyes off the lights, for some reason....unbeknownst to me.