A man of Rohan came to Bree, as I was in the town. I saw his horse, of such whiteness and strength. But the horses of the Rohirrim can never rival Elven Steeds, yet I marvelled at the beast so much, I decided to draw him. The linguistics were a challenge, but I learned the horse's name to be ''Arod''. (This is my own creation, drawn free-hand)

I took another break yesterday, and decided to go fishing and partake in the festivities. I was fishing away happily, but hardly a bite. So...I dared to move to the pier, where a Dwarf was fishing...we did not talk, but shared bait.

My luck has certainly changed in recent days, to come across one of the Tree-herders! Their age is amassed with their knowledge, and we remember them as the young ones; yet now...we are the youth.

Lothlorien is famous for it's flets, or in the common tongue; Tree-homes. Mirkwood dwells in caves, Imladris in delves, and The Havens by the sea. We live in the woods, watching overhead our land.

The Lady Nimrodel, of Lorien, was a maiden who loved an Elf-lord of Old. But she passed the wrong way, and fell into obscurity. And her lover jumped into the sea, so he would remain with his love.

My superior Haldir told me to check this 'bridge' he and his company had made, quite recently, to escort some newcomers into the land. Well, I approached the destination, and found the ropes cut clean, evidently safe.

Fornost was once the pinnacle of Arnor's fortresses, excluding Annuminas. Yet even this wondrous fortress fell to the darkness.

It brings a tear to my, it really does, to see the shades of those fallen in battle or oath so long ago, accursed to walk the lands until a second death, or release of their oath takes them.