diary

I was prepared to head south into Eregion. It was dawn as I rode along the banks of the Bruinen, up the steep slope, and crossed the fallen tree-bridge past the waterfall. Before me the cleft, and the trail I would follow.

Yet I paused. Something was not right; I know not what. Some feeling of uncertainty, of apprehension, had come over me. 

I wanted to press on, but I could not ignore this. I still cannot say what caused me to turn back, but turn back I did, and rode slowly all the way back up the trail to Imladris.

I am nearly prepared to set forth from Imladris again. A few more months, perhaps. My time here has been short, but I have met many friendly folk and sung many songs. 

My only question now remains: where to go? I long to journey south, into Eregion and beyond, but I cannot shake the idea of heading north and west towards Evendim. The men of Esteldin spoke very highly of it, and I have heard there is a small company of elves there. 

The night outside is somewhat chill for spring. There is a promise of rain, if the starless sky and rising humidity can vouch for that. Fae's windows are open to the breeze that stirs up the trees and shrubberies on her small estate. Her fires burn low; her candles and sconces are the ones to blaze forth the light that she needs to see by. She sits at a table in her small, comfortable study, a quill in hand and a blank leather bound book before her. At last her thoughtful expression dissolves and she begins to write.

Diary

I haven't written since I was in Rohan but it has been a couple of weeks since I arrived in Bree, meaning it has been three weeks since the passing of my older brother...

*The page becomes wet from tears*

Sídhanar,

Long has it been since we walked side by side between the great mellyrn together; you, telling me stories of events that have long since passed and the distant lands they took place in.

Dear Diary,

Traveling with these dwarves makes me miss my life from before. I've been living with Men for so long now that I've forgotten how much I love the company of dwarves.

We're nearly halfway to Erebor now. Only had a few problems along the way. Fjalvari has taken to watching out for me. I think I remind him of someone.

Dear Diary,

Nope, still getting used to writing that.

I have been putting off writing, but Fjalvari (the dwarf who gave me this journal), insisted that I "put my thoughts on paper." I think he is just worried about me. He reminds me a lot of my oldest brother in that regard.