Elbereth be praised.
Cuileth approached me during the festival, and it was truly a blessing to set eyes on her fair face once more. We took a walk to get away from the bustle of the celebration, as I am prone to do, and we rested on the docks of Celondim. She bade me play a song or two for her on an old harp probably left there by some minstrel in times passed.
She asked more of me about my home and my hobbies, and she seemed interested enough. She finally admitted to me that she would be staying in Celondim for quite some time to come, as her father had sent her there to escape the dangers lurking on the borders of Mirkwood. I took pity on her, to say the least. I invited her back to Rivendell with me. A bold move, I am aware. However, she accepted, for whatever power in this world favored me.
And now, I attempt to scribble this out as I walk along on horseback with the rest of my small company. There were a handful of groups returning east, and the two of us fell in with one of them. She is mostly silent, watching the forests go by, and it distresses me to wonder what is going through her lovely mind.
Bah. One day she shall trust me enough to tell me, perhaps.
