Although I've been in a fever of excitement these days, enjoying to talk to everyone like I want, having a new level of understanding with everyone - conversations are so much easier and faster now - one word keeps creeping back again and again into my mind. Mortal. I had almost forgotten about that. Growing up in Celondim and seeing the everlasting spring here, I almost forgot that I am not an elf like Lendaellin and all my friends here. The kind elf with the ice-bay blue eyes (thinking of him still makes me blush and my heart pound) reminded me of that. He was paying me a compliment, but the word "mortal" was something unexpected. Nobody had called me that here, I always felt like I belonged here. But I do not. Soon, I will look like I was Lendaellin's mother.
I belong to my people, far, far in the North, to the snow and the ice bay. Lendaellin understands. She was very sad, when I told her about my plans to go home to Forochel, but she understands. I almost had the feeling she had expected it. She has been there herself many years ago - this is how she got to know my uncle Matti - and she has no longing to return to the cold there, but she said despite the very long journey she would even come and visit me. My heart is singing because she understands me. I went straight to Nelson to ask him for some training sessions. He insisted that I would need some more time to prepare myself for the enemies out there and for the cold - but I think the cold is something I can master. I have lived there as a child - I am sure I will adapt myself very fast to my homeland again. Still, he is right, I need some more preparation before I am able to face the Gauredain. But I finally will - and then they will regret what they did to my family! I will help to make sure they will never do that to any family or anyone again.
