Eregion

"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.

I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.

The sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the ruins in a soft red glow. Its rays gave some final warmth before the darkness of the night took over. Gwingris was more occupied today than usual with a group of travelers who had just come from Imladris. They sat beside the fire now, sharing its warmth and a kettle of herbal tea. Some of them had stepped aside to stand watch or speak with the inhabitants of Gwingris. At this time, Eliriael broke away from the group quietly and inquired into borrowing writing instruments and the use of a messenger bird.

Watching him go, she felt an unexpected pang of emotion and smiled at him her eyes shining with unshed tears for the lost kittens and for his act of kindness. She sighed, suddenly realizing they would likely have no means to care for a litter of lynx kits. She rubbed her head and looked at the fire, there would have to be some way. She rolled out one of the furs near the flames and set to work cutting up the deer carcass for cooking and drying.

Looking on Nelnardis' history, this report is of the expedition to Mirkwood with members of The Warband of Imladris. The report can be found within Lord Elrond's Library and The Kinship House of the Warband.

What one can find at the bottom of a bottle many may assume to know. Inns are strewn across the lands of Middle Earth which offer entertainment, social familiarity, nourishment or news from all over the lands. I too am no stranger to the pleasures they can afford.

                As I now travel back home on the northern road, I think to myself concerning what I have seen and learned in the past few days. Upon my arrival, I was fascinated by these elven ruins I see scattered throughout the land, and I wish that someday I may return to examine them more thoroughly, as they may hold many secrets.

                As I reached again the foot of the mountain, the snow had turned to rain, which covered much of the landscape in a foggy mist. My eyes again came across the hill covered in dead trees, and I chose that would be my next destination.