(This entry was made upon return to Imladris, but before getting the messenger task and going on another adventure)
Dear diary, so many things happened and I wrote nothing!
So, in my last entry, I write that I went to the Hall of Fire and met a few elves there. They convinced me to travel with them to Falathorn, which I did and spend there some time. Nelfahir came with me.
While living in that region, I had a chance to meet another group of elves - charming Teleri in Duilond - I've had a few wonderful nights with them full of music and dances! I hope I'll see them again on this side of the Sea. Or maybe on another.
As time was going by, I started to get impatient again, longing for travels and adventures. It wasn't the time for me to leave Middle-Earth (not yet again!). I departed back to Imladris, accompanied by Nelfahir once again. The journey was long, tiring, but without any significant dangers.
I found myself in the hospitality of the Last Homely House, with its peaceful waterfalls, eternal fire in its halls and the noblest residents. I was delighted to be accepted in the circle of Noldors - one night in the Hall of Fire I joined them and they talked to me as to an equal! Stereotypical Noldor would shoo humble Sinda-Silva elf! That proves how wrong are stereotypes... or at least some of them. Hobbits are truly too noisy and men - too smelly (not starting to talk about dwarves). Well, all that is a topic for another entry, so I will finish this.
As much as I enjoy the wilderness and my hunter's armour I appreciate comfort, warmth and beautiful dresses. Glad to be back.
