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“I would like to reconsider,” she found herself saying to Elrohir.
He glanced up at her from the piece of parchment he was writing on, lowering the quill in his hand. Elrohir sat back in the simple wooden chair, waiting for her to speak.
Standing victorious on the peaks of the Misty Mountains with the Elf Radhril and the ranger Katrandil. The orb has been recovered, our enemies have perished in battle and Eriador is safe once again.
It was his first day there wherein he would walk amongst the gatherings, and truly the only comfort was the music both played and appreciate by those around him, among these people so clearly different from him; who wondered over his quiet nature and distant mannerisms. Yet smiling with grace he went about what he had set out to do, and the meetings of Danel,
The pact with the Stag Clan has been made. Atharan has become friends with them. They told him that the other clans of Dunland have no wishes to assault the northern lands and that they themselves would not stand for such an act either. According to the elder it was best to just keep on their own.
Dear Journal,
Today was quite lovely, for no clouds adorned the cerulean sky. Though it was not just the warmth of the breeze which brought joy into my heart, it was the joy of meeting those of beyond.
Such a fair land Imladris is, fairer than I expected. From the hasty waterfalls that crash below to the silent trees that rustle in the wind. Surely such a land has been blessed by the Valar themselves. It is no wonder as to why people seek refuge in such a place, for it brings peace to one's heart.
Though my reason for traveling here is not for peace. I am here to meet my sister-in-law and friend,Tinurendis. Yet worry clouds my heart, for it seems that she has not come yet.