A new page has turned. As I leave behind my writings from Imladris, I joyfully turn to the next page.
Apparently, Beodrid has been harbouring quite some feelings for me, and I only recently became aware of it after I had kissed him, in an attempt to ward off his drunken suitor, Areene, a foolish young girl who had been jumping him and constantly trying to win his affections.






