diary

It's been several days now.  The time seems to fly so quickly, and yet stand still at the same time.  I only wish it could go backwards, that I may try to correct some of the mistakes I have made.

Raak, I've not seen him for several days. I should have expected no less after what happened, however I miss him.  Even as only a friend, I would still wish to see him, and hear his lively tales.  I worry about what has become of him.

I am troubled.

Lorien is more than I could have imagined. The City of Caras Galadhon so overwhelmed me that, I admit, I quickly fled to the Vineyards.

I could not write much during my passage over the mountains. Suffice it to say the trip was brutal and cold, the landscape stark and mostly hidden by falling snow, and I am shocked that I was not attacked by more than a few stray goblins and bears.

I have not enjoyed my time in Eregion. 

I know, I know. My father (much less my grandfather) would be horrified, I am sure, to learn that I am less than pleased with my exploration of this place. Yet I cannot help it. The land itself is beautiful, but there is something strange about it--something eerie and echoing, at least to my mind, something empty and sad. 

I departed Evendim in sadness--though I plan to return there. There is beauty there, and I shall miss Nethrandir's company. It becomes clearer to me all the time that Men are indeed destined to rule this land once I and my kin are gone.

*The entry is two pages long. The first one have a sketch of a woman with big eyes and small lips on the right bottom of the page.The letter of the text is messy and written quickly*​