There was no use trying to ride home on a horse.  The back of her head throbbing with dull pain and filled with the dizziness of what only a concussion could bring.  It had been years since she had got into a real scrap. And she was trying to stay out of them. After that display, it was clear to her that she wasn't trying hard enough.

Evendim, tiny isle near Lake Nenuial’s eastern shore, early summer, present days

Earcalie did not regret one bit taking a detour from the road home to accompany a couple of acquaintances she met few days before on the northern border of the Shire. She had planned to traverse quickly into Ered Luin avoiding to disturb the little folk, when her path crossed with siblings Feriel and Medon.

(This entry was made upon return to Imladris, but before getting the messenger task and going on another adventure)

You know, it seems like every time I visit Breeland my feelings sort of get pushed to extremes in one way or the other. Sometimes, I am really happy. Sometimes, I feel like the sadness will never end. It has left me feeling quite tired but, if I think on it more, I wouldn't change it at all. I'd rather feel things in full rather than feel nothing at all. Isn't that what life is about?

Source (with notes and explanation):
https://ryon.pageride.com/eng/my-creation/tolkien-fanfiction/song-for-elbereth/
(my original website)

Song for Elbereth

Middle-earth is full of beauty

Quendi folk sing tenderly

intertwining polyphonies

campfires, cosiness and glee.

They praise also stars of Valar:

Nénar, Carnil - flower of red

put a bit of herself inside,

chased away the darkness aside

Sitting near a fireplace in the tavern in Clivings, Lusseriel had her attention on the notebook in her laps.  

“I last wrote when we were in Mansig’s camp. We found a good vantage point to find the direction the uruks were taking. We saw it in the form of a cloud of dust in the distance.