Imladris, 46th day of Ethuil
As the day drew to a close, I fell into the company of Mirineth, a most conscientious elf-maiden, who invited me to partake of some music and wine in the Hall of Fire. Unfortunately, we were quite late, and the gathering was already at an end - though a few others tarried late enough to meet: Nimuviel, Agarwyn and Nillumiea - delightful maidens, keen to hear and provide music for the humble crowd - and most welcome was the sight of my good friend, Lord Cironael! Sadly, he was weary and retired shortly after my arrival (I shall hope for the chance to speak with him before I return west).
Also there, was another of the Secondborn: one of the scions of Arnor. It is always pleasing to meet with such as he, for they remind me of better days, when the bond between our kindreds was stronger. Randir spoke excellent Sindarin (at least, I hope there were no lapses of comprehension between us), and was most courteous in his manner. Alas, for he is one of so few who retain close ties with our kind. We spoke long into the night, of Nenuial and Annúminas - and the stars!
Plainly, he has a deep-seated loyalty to the history of his forefathers and the destiny of his people, however much their legacy is now little more than so many tumbled stones, silent and windswept. Truly, his kinfolk bear the greatest burden and grief of all Men; he reminds me of our own decline... It is late - time for rest.
