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 have never felt this way among the ruins of Men; perhaps because that is not my history. But my people--my family--occupied this place for just a short time; a single generation. More history we have in Lindon and now Imladris.
Perhaps it is the folk here; I find the Eldar drift through these ruins like ghosts. How can anyone live here? It is pretty but dreary, every broken stone a reminder, and I cannot stand it. I have camped in the wild during most of my time here...which has been another source of unpleasantness, for this land is rife with Wargs and Crebain. I have certainly become familiar with my new bow, Cúron.
In any case, I feel I have seen enough. Perhaps I will return, but for now I intend to brave the pass above Caradhras, no matter how vile the weather. I must have some respite, and be in a place where folk flourish and live and build and sing.
This would be, perhaps, a good time to visit my father in Lorien...
