It has been long since I last had been to Imlardis but I am finaly here again.
After my failed mission at Barad Gularan I was near dead, until Fangwolf found me.
He brought me food and materials to heal my wounds as best I could.
Eventually I picked myself up from the ground. My armor was shattered and I had to leave it behind. Heading back to the other rangers was no option. After our failed mission the security around Barad Gularan had become more intense. No... My road lied south-east, towards the Ettenmores and then to Imlardis.
The journey was harsh and cruel on my body for it was still broken but with the help of Fangwolf I managed to reach the borders of the trollshaws before exhaustion got the better of me.
I know not how long I laid there, but when I woke, a warband of Elrond had found me.
My speech was to weak and I could barely keep awake. The elf that carried me however knew what I wanted to ask for some reason. He said....''Worry not we will take you to Imlardis''.
Looking to my side, I saw Fangwolf running along with the riders. Then it went dark again.
When I woke a second time I was in a beautifull room. Flowers around me, a silk covered bed underneath me and the sound of harps and flutes in the distance.
At the end of my bed he stood, a friend of old. Elrond Halfelven, lord of Imlardis.
He spoke to me in kind words and asked me what happened. My speech returned and I spoke back to him about the failed mission in Barad Gularan.
I felt better then I had in the past two weeks.
Elrond told me they healed my body as best they could, but advised me to still take some rest.
They made me a cane to walk with and gave me some new clothes.
I guess I should not complain, It could have been way worse.
After a while I found myself strong enough to walk. I went outside and on my way to explore and learn more about the elves that saved my life.
Soon enough I ran into Khalis. He was one of the captains within the warband of Imlardis. Perhaps he was one of the elves that saved my life.
We talked and laughed about an impatient elf not far away from us. I guess you could say we became friends.
Last night I went to the Hall of Fire. A place where elves gather to talk and celebrate.
Many elves came and I felt a little out of place at first but.. they welcomed me warmly. Like one of their own it felt to me.
I talked with various groups of elves. Shared drinks with them and told them of my stories.
In return I got to enjoy beautiful songs and stories.
It was nice to forget about my worries for a moment. Yet I know I have to leave as soon as possible. Though I would love to stay forever, my road leads back into danger.
For now... I shall rest a bit more.
My wounds are healing quite rapidly, it won't be long until I can depart from Imlardis and back into the wild I came to know and call as ''home''
I will most likely head back to Bree first, I must find Decbold and the other, let them know I am alive.
I wish to see some people before it is to late so with that in mind my recovery has picked up quite the pace.
After I have done that, I shall depart once more. This time for the east.
To Eregion and Moria, to end in Lothlorien.
Elrond told me my chieftain headed that way and has asked for assistance. I have no reason nor wantings to decline such a request and am looking forward to the many things I may encounter on those travels.
It has been long sinds I last been to those lands. And I have never been in moria before!
I hope it is as grand as the tales about it state it is. Though I am aware of the dangers that lurk in the darkness of Moria. It will be a harsh enviorment to head into. But I will manage, I will not fail my chieftain. I know it might sound recless but I shall go until the bitter end. If that be eighter death and sorrow, or love and happiness.
This..... I do not know
