The fire of the camp in Echad Dunann dances gracefuly bellow the night’s sky. I would not admit it but I am tired and I find no rest. I do not know where Veryacano vanished but I use the time to write and to silence the whirlpool of thoughts, fears and hopes in my mind.

We are leaving for Eregion today to search for lord Gelendil. The call sounded loud and the Eldar gather around their lords as I write, or finish in rush their preparations. I do not find Cirdamir to say goodbye- or take him with us, a letter is all I can do for him. I am sorry to leave him like that, but he will be safe at least. Imladis has the effect of a peace ointment to the sadness and torment. He seems to find joy in listening to the music you can hear in many places and the beauty of the landscape. I also hope his sister will find him here.. he will be all right!

Kuzgun walked towards to the house which stands over the green hill, with dancing steps moving rhythmical with the music she could still hearing in her ears. Or maybe it was her heart singing with joy.

This is the day, I have decided to leave my home and go to the Archives in Imladris.. It will be a long road,  not peaceful I reckon, but I will go with my very good friend Matheric, He is going to help me with this task.. He has looked into the archives himself and seen the information I want to see..Is not that I don't trust him, but I want to see the information with my own eyes.. Afterall I have used years and years to look for my father.. And this time I want to read this journals that has been made for this periode my father was a part of this warband.