Today we reached Rivendell. Each time I enter its gates a feeling of fullness and bliss fills me, and this time it was no different. After we made ourselves comfortable I strolled around and many thoughts and memories filled my mind, thoughts of older times and thoughts of friends.
I woke up earlier than everyone in the camp, long before the sun went up, I decided to use it to our advantage and while the men sleep go scout ahead, using the dark to keep myself out of sight. I crossed the river and started to ascend the hill, wishing to overlook the area when I saw a horse and a figure on it, slowly I approached and what I saw brought me joy. It was Khalis, the Captain of the Warband of Imladris, some days ago I sent him a letter, informing him of our intentions to pass through Rivendell and asking permission to stay and he granted it. Now he was there, doing some scouting of himself I greeted him and he remembered me, with some suspicion though, Elves are not fond of sellswords. After exchanging some words I was delighted that he accepted the sword I crafted for him, as a token of gratitude. I know that the Elves' crafters cannot be bested in the art of weaponsmithing but I am not ungrateful of the past, and I wanted to show it and weapons is what I can make. Once, years ago, I came in Rivendell in search of a cure for a poison, and Khalis helped me find it, I had to leave urgently though, but now I am back, ever grateful for that. I introduced him to the company and he escorted us into the Vale. It turns out that he knows Rogue, hat is no surprise I can say. And, at first he seemed to not know the Grey Warden, though when we entered Rivendell they exchanged some words, what was I said I cannot say, for I do not know the Elven tongue.
Once we settled and Khalis left the others started bathing and made themselves comfortable in the camp, it's probably the last time we will be so comfortable, in two days the cold awaits... I watched them with a smile as they explored the area, respecting the Elves' wishes to leave the weapons on the horses or in the camp, no one wanted to hold on to them. After conversing with the Grey Warden I took a stroll around Rivendell where I saw the Elf again, after informing him of a matter I continued my walk, and I was honored to hear that I have his respect... And thoughs and memories filled my mind, some were pleasant, others were bitter... First of all I found the opportunity to send a letter back, the recipients were Hyrien of one and Basaran of the other. After getting done with those I wrote a letter to Chaney, wanting to comfort her by informing her of our arrival here... As I was writing the letter I was thinking of her, of the past weeks and how she came into my life, to be my woman, and I realised that I missed her. After writing the letter and thinking more of the matter I found myself outside the Last Homely House. I was still holding a piece of paper in my hands and I remember of what Nimeway told me when she came to Bree. She received a letter, informing her that Rossethor escaped from Isengard and that he was in Dol Amroth, safe in his homeland, when she first told me my heart was filled with joy. But now, I was in the place where they came when they wedded and bitterness filled me, my friend was lost for many months and we could only rely on a letter to know that he was alive and well. I recalled all the moments we were at the Prancing Pony, drinking and laughing, when we were chasing bandits all around Bree and fighting them side by side and I felt a smile on my face. "Oh! These were the times! I thought, "But he will come back!". His wife and son await him, and I believe that he will be delighted when he learns that I had his two year old son drunk with ale, and that I showed the little boy how to ride a horse. Well... Maybe not that delighted about the ale, but I'm sure he will laugh!
And with all those midnight came and I had to return to the camp and rest, This time no one had to stand watch, we were safe, there was no need to grab our blades with each sound or step nearby.
Goodnight...
