I awoke more rested today than I ever have, this land must have some kind of power over it. Elven magic no doubt, though if it helps me sleep without my usual dreams I welcome it. I met with the Grey Warden on the bridge by the last homely house, he was deep in thought and holding a locket. I assume it to be an heirloom from a lost love much like the wedding band I carry to remember my late wife Maethorwen. We shared little conversation but enjoyed the view of the falls of Imladris, Brammy later joined us.
After a while the rest of the company began to gather on the bridge and talk began of a gathering of the elves in the Hall of Fire within the last homely house. Though the talk was interrupted at the arrival of Taala in an elven dress of exquisite design. We were so taken by her appearance that we did not notice a couple of elves wishing to pass by us, after a short apology we moved from the bridge and entered the hall.
The smell of the elve's sweet food and wine filled the air along with the warmth of the fires and the sound of harp music. Admittedly being in a room (even one so large) with a large number of elves had me on edge so after we were greeted I collected a cup of wine from the table to settle my nerves. The rest of the evening consisted of dancing and songs and the odd conversation with the elves.
Upon leaving the hall I made straight for the camp to recuperate for our departure tomorrow and to sleep of the effects of the wine.
