Winter, 17th march - Well met again, my book!

Rhîw, tolothchae 'waeron - mae govannen ad, parf nín!

I'm excited! This is but my second entry and I already feel that I have so much to record. However, I think that I should point out that I do not believe that the waning of days shall bring forgetfulness; I merely enjoy sitting by Bruinen and be reminiscent of passed days. Sometimes I realise things that I had previously overlooked, or even feel emotions that I previously did not feel! Indeed, reflection is a wonderful thing.

Mirineth summoned today a great host to Hall of Fire, as has been her wont the past months. I am still unaccustomed to see so many new faces at once since I walk in virtual solitude for many a day, and then suddenly am I surrounded by so many. Those who attend are elderly naturally; none my age. Even if they come to revel, many an elf are still chained by thoughts who they better should've left whence they came, and volatile darkness often dwells within. Mirth and laughter  seldom spring from that.

Nonetheless, it is revelling after all, so I made a pair of pretty shoes today. Yes. I made a pair! I think personally that the left seam on my right shoe is a little bit sloppy but Ithilthalion told me that he thinks they are exquisite. So that's a success. I wore the shoes that I made with my amber dress, and I laced my hair. Ithilthalion wore an alluring black tunic girdled around a core of silver. He's so handsome, but unfortunately he came well past the gathering! I was still there talking to-

Ai! I met Celebloth today! He is very tall and broad-shouldered, as I imagined, but I was surprised to see that he wore relatively mundane clothes! I expected a variety of adornments of gold and silver... but at least around his shoulders he bore a magnificent umber cloak with woven stars around the core of the Sun. But what truly caught my attention was his hair - it seemed as if he wore a brown mushroom on his head! It was incredibly amusing and I am surprised indeed that I availed to withhold my laughter. Or did I? I hope he forgave me if I didn't...

So like everyone that I meet, he was curious "where I hail from." I am proud indeed to be Galadhrim, but the question itself is so banal. Does it truly matter? So I challenged him to a riddle game, and I found it both flattering and amusing that my hair lead him far astray, into days long gone! He traversed well nigh all eastern parts of Beleriand! Even when I spoke the lovely words of the Ents, laurelindórenan lindelorendor malinornélion ornemalin, was he still astray. I am simply too much of a Vanyar*... All respect goes to him though for trying! It must indeed be difficult for my eyes are very green and what grey there is, is hard to distinguish.

We talked for many an hour until we were both weary. Gwilwileth stood ever by his side, and she shone like silvery ice by capricious flames. She was however girt with a curved sword though and it made me a little uncomfortable, but at least her face and her laughter countered that. Aegledor was there too, wearing his usual leather, but he mostly stood quiet and looked at me. I wonder if I'll ever dare to look into his eyes and read therein what he truly thinks..!

Notwithstanding, Celebloth and Gwilwileth will leave soon to seek the essence of it. She insists that she will not be away for long, but it is always generous with time. It is a apologetic contradiction. I will miss her while she's gone.

* OOC (Out of Character):  Please note that the author of this diary is writing to herself, for herself, so it is possible that some terms or jokes are strictly domestic. Hence, as a third part, it would be foolish to take everything that she writes too literally!