Elf

On some evenings, right before the sun sets, the light in the forests near Egladil becomes strange; everything appears both sharp and dreamlike at the same time. Those colours have often inspired great artists, so I thought I'd do a little painting myself. Through the trees I could even see the great river glinting in the distance, but finding the perfect angle to capture that view turned out very difficult! Before I knew it, the sun had already set and the extraordinary colours had changed to more common, nocturnal hues of blue.

She sings to trees. (for the Wilderness Day poster)

As I've told you, my cousins came to visit me (or rather, they are visiting Imladris on their own business, but they stay at my parents' house, so technically they're my guests now). I thought I'd draw a small picture of my dear cousin Brégannel, as she was drying her hair in the wind on my porch. I want her hair, it's so pretty.

My dear cousins came to visit me, and taught me many new songs. It's not a secret that I'm not very good at playing any instrument, but they encouraged me to practice more. I like to play near the roaring waterfalls, so at least I won't scare away the birds in the gardens. Water isn't very good for lute and harp strings, though. I'll have to try and keep the instrument from, hmm, slipping from my fingers.

My favourite robe is dark green, soft and warm. It's comfortable and easy to move in - even dance, although for proper balls I'd rather wear something... lighter.

Lhasbelin and Isilmewen play for an audience in the Hall of Fire.