The Diary of Fallidir: The Mirkwood

~Dated November 11th It seems my previous entry was indeed, not my last. But many things have transpired since I wrote it. My mission over here in these lands was to attempt to find some form of child perhaps birthed by my former wife. It is my regret to write that no such child, did I find. Nor indeed did I find any sign of my former wife, perhaps she perished and was eaten by a bear. But that is not the point of this entry. Having failed to find any sign of a child, I decided it would be best for me to begin the journey back to Eriador and my home through the Mirkwood. The home of the great elf king. And the lair of some of the most evil creatures imaginable. So understandably I went to the great elf king for aid, as I would not be able to complete the journey back to the mountains without the help and guidance of the elves. My family and myself have always been allies to elf kind and so I know my way around their language quite well. Even so when I requested aid they did not seem to be all that willing to give me it, so they took me before their great elf king to negotiate my passage. So it was here I learned something that has been hidden from me my entire life. I came before their king, he asked me my name, and I replied; "I am Fallidir, Son of Hallabar. Last of the house of Annundor." And with the sounding of my family name, the king's eyes came alive as if he knew who I was. He invited me to rest within his halls for a while. To clean myself and look more presentable than I did. So it was that I did wash and changed into some cleaner clothes and ate and drank until I had my fill, I cannot complain about the curtousy of the elves on that night. We listened to the beautiful music, and heard of tales so far ago in the past that no man can remember them. And so that night I rested well, my heart cheered. I woke at the dawn of the next day. To my surprise the elf king requested me to join him again that morning, so I got dressed and headed there immediatly. We walked and spoke of the goings on outside the Mirkwood, and why I came in the first place. Needless to say I was ashamed when I told him of the reason I no longer have a wife, but he was kind enough not to judge me for it. And so we carried on talking and walking until the sun rose high into its midday home, barely visable through the grey and dieing leaves. We eventually came to a standing stone, cut and chiselled into a form I could not quite understand, it certainly did not look elvish. I indeed asked the king of what it was and he replied; "It was a gift from the men of Numenor, a long time ago" He then pointed at a name enscribed on the base, it was written in old Sindarin, I did in fact have trouble reading it. The name said Annundor. The king told me that it was presented to him as a gift of freindship by a man named Annundor from the south. I always knew my family came from the south, my father actually moved north from Dol Amroth. But never did I know that our family was of Numenorian blood. At this time I still do not know what to make of all this, and what it actually all means, so at this time I currently stay under the hospitality of the great elvish king, and maybe find out some more about this mystery...