Today I traveled to my first Hûd i Eledhrim . I now know something I didn't as I attended. One that I have been among the men of Bree far longer than I had realized, and that wearing informal clothing is looked down on. Even more so when you wear the scraps of your travels.
My sense of humor was ...fairly disturbing to those around me. I made many mistakes and embarrassed myself frequently. I must work on socializing with other elves. I have developed a mean streak and a sarcastic twist in my personality that I hadn't realized was there until today.
Despite the humiliation, the music was well worth the travel, and the company was polite despite my mistakes. Even as I found myself talking to the oven after realizing far too late, that the sweet drink I had been sampling was terribly alcoholic.
There was one wonderful group that called themselves, the four seasons. A performance by Alcarinwe The Bard who played music that insisted you dance to it . Then there was a performance by Naris.
The music that Naris played touched me the most, much of it felt distant and mystical as if the stars were telling the story of the quiet of the world before the sun. I felt memories attempt to tug themselves from the dark unreachable corners of my mind.
Sometimes my memories come and go. I know that If I see a healer in Rivendell that they would be able to help me. Yet for some reason I can't fathom the idea of it. My heart tells me that It is up to me to find out why I have become like this, and to ask for aid would be to deny myself the most important journey.
I worry that if I remember everything I won't be able to experience the world like I do now. I have seen all too often the distant boredom in the eyes of others when they cant embrace the scenery around them.
There also named elven maiden was there also named Elvealin , she had this cute swan that waddled around her. At first I thought she had escaped from the kitchen and I asked immediately where the goose had come from.
She laughed at my having called the swan a goose and explained that it was her companion of three years. Apparently the swan had followed her in the hall despite whatever treats Elvealin had bribed the bird with to enjoy the air outside. I shared a story about my youth..
A memory came to me and I repeated it without hesitation, remembering geese running me down for running out of bread crumbs. I remembered crying and being terrified of geese for a long time.
Such an early memory that the shock of it threw me off. I took out my journal and wrote down small details to remember on a loose piece of paper . I remember that I was barefoot, and the geese were resting at a pond that was well stocked with fish . It was autumn since there was gold everywhere. The bread crumbs were light and fluffy and not hard and stale because I was eating them with stubby little fingers. I must be incredibly young. Maybe I have family somewhere ?
