[This entry is written in Sindarin in a small leather-bound book.]
I did not think I would ever be sitting here in Lothlorien, watching the sun rise over the Greenwood. How far I have come to see it again. I would never have made it were it not for Sylrond and my brother-by-oath, Lamaenon. I sit now in their talan, writing a letter to Aethrendis, to let her know that I am returning home to her soon. I only hope she can forgive me for leaving her for so long. I have to believe that this mission was not in vain, and that now that I have seen my old home again, I might finally have the closure I am desperate for. I do not know if I dare set foot there again... What would it be like to walk through those trees now, I wonder?
