Imladris, 44th day of Ethuil
The Secondborn are indeed a curiosity! I was pondering one such - a woman - that I happened upon some days ago, while I wandered through the Vale of Imladris of a starlit night.
It was her bemused expression that caught my eye. She was looking about her with the intensity of a newborn infant: each leaf was a joy to her; each star in the sky a brilliant treasure! Her enchantment was truly touching to behold. Indeed, she appeared quite enthralled by my presence, seemingly in some doubt whether I was a lord or a lady! Curious, that we should appear thus to Mortals...
We spoke for a short while, as the horizon lightened. Alas, for there was a disturbance of sorts, and we were parted briefly, as I sought the source of the noise, in order to assuage her fears. I returned, down the hill to where we'd sat, but she was gone - even as the night had given way to a fresh dawn; it was as though she had never been anything more than a fanciful dream...a maiden of Men in Imladris.
It would be pleasant to speak further with her, should our paths wander nigh again - even if just to properly bid her farewell. As I recall, she gave her name as Olwing, and she came hither from distant Gondor.
