I am not one for keeping a diary of accounts, but recent news has caused me at least to scribe my thoughts perhaps for clarity of mind or even to muse..

My Father Elorfin sent me a letter I was delighted to receive for it was an unusual event.. he is not one for letters, he prefers a conversation and a more direct approach.

Rocks covered in mud before my feet. The stars light up the sky like diamonds, sparkling. In my hands, I hold a letter. With the stars as my guiding light, I read it over and over again, without understanding it’s meaning. An expedition was mentioned; a journey towards Eregion, but the trail ends there. I look at the letter again, trying to see every single word in a new light. With every second, a new thought enters my mind. I do not understand, but somewhere inside, I know that is exactly what she wanted. I read it once more. No change.



I had the strangest dream. I was on a very small island in the middle of a strange water shining green, in some tunels even darker then the ones I seen so far.  To some distance to my rigth  the ruin of a shattered arch of a bridge of stone whiter then the rest was visible inspite the darkness. Some strange reddish vegetation, like giant mushrooms of sorts,  awfully looking  were the only thing growing on the ill looking stone. Daelith was not 10 steps before me, looking the other way and I could not take one step further.