Candath

Lusseriel was sitting on the ground near Radanir, in the grove of trees. She was looking thoughtful as she used the bit of time she had on her hands to open her journal.

"Today with met with Candaith in that same grove I'm in now, in front of Lhanuch.

Lusseriel was sitting on the floor against a full bookshelf, she was enjoying the sound of the conversations around. For once things were calm...

She picked up her journal, and started writing the date.

It was night time and Lusseriel was sitting at the light of a campfire, her notebook in her laps, and her backpack nearby.

“I picked up my journal again at the end of a long adventure.

Lusseriel was sitting with her back against a tree-trunk, her bare feet in the water of the river, at the light of a fire nearby and of the dim light of the sun setting in the horizon. She let her eyes trail over the river for a moment before she turned back to her journal on her laps.

"It's been a few days since I last wrote anything in there. Since then, many things happened.

Lusseriel was sitting near a fire, her journal in hands and her sword, newly cleaned next to her, the content of her bag being mostly a mess on the ground around her. Harp strings there, bee's wax here, sword and shield cleaning supply there, a random piece of wood (what was it even and what was it doing in her bag to start with?) there.

Lusseriel was sitting against the hard stones of the half destroyed wall of the ruins of Thangulhad. She looked tired and her armor and sword looked like they had seen better days.

She looked at her sword with a slightly disappointed face, and then picked up her journal:

Lusseriel was sitting near a campfire, her journal on her laps, and her eyes drown despite herself to her harp. She’s had a music in her mind for hours now and…

She scribbled the date on a corner absently, and winced at the cheer mess that made… And then she shrugged. It was just a personal journal, it was of no consequence.

Lusseriel was sitting on top of the wall of Ost Galadh.

She was so quiet in a corner, and so out of the way, that she wasn't sure if the two other elves up there noticed her yet. Tiredly, she reached into her backpack and pulled out her notebook, and writing supply.

Lusseriel was sitting barefoot and cross-legged under the lights in Cerin Amroth, thinking, her journal in her laps, her bag next to her, and her eyes on the stars above.

Chewing on a piece of flavourful wood, she finally shook herself and turned her eyes to her notebook and scribbled the date in a corner of the page.

Lusseriel was speaking with dwarves in the camp just next to the cave they had taken refuge in, before she went back within the cave, her bag on her shoulder. She let her bag fall to the floor next to a barrel and near Threnduil's cot.

The man didn't seem ready to awaken anytime soon. Good.