Daerundros

"Hmmmmmm..." Daerundros trailed off in thought as she examined the empty goblet in her hand, creasing her brows, "A good memory, no doubt." She laughed grimly and carelessly tossed the goblet into an overstuffed sack filled with objects collected over the years.

Randir, my friend and son-in-spirit,

By the time this message and it's bird has reached you I will no longer be within the confines of Rivendell. I write to you to inform you that I am taking leave of my Sentinel duties in Rivendell and permanently abiding within Lindon until I have been called. My reasons for this is a tale for another time, if you and I should ever meet or chance to cross paths, perhaps. I would greatly desire You to join me in my journey if you would. I feel wary of the company in Rivendell.

Aiya Laureälassë,

I do wish that good things came alongside the bad things rather than having all the bad things happening at once followed by all the good things although I guess having it that way around proves that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. I've had such a rough time of late - its been building up for months but I finally think that I'm turning a new leaf and things are starting to get happier which is brilliant of course!

Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap
A breathless footfall on the cool marble. In the eerie silence, it resonated within the hall.
Creak.
The door opened wide and the Elf-maiden stared into the sunny sky.
Rustle.