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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 next to a fire, leaning against a conveniently placed tree when she decided to pull her journal out of her backpack.

“The company and I crossed the river from Lothlorien to Mirkwood today. Not that I regret it already but...

There's a lot to write about here, but I'll try to stay brief and relate the most important points of our journey.

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.

"Tis' a sure thing", Oates had assured me. "Mayor Graeme is crazy about cheese!"

In a dark cave deep within the Moria, an elf was sitting on a thin cot against a wall, a bag and lyre laying next to her on the floor.

She had long dark hair, pale blue eyes that, in the dim light of the cave looked almost colorless, and was wearing a well worn traveling outfit.