"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.
I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.
I hardly even travel beneath the gold light just so I can remain unknown to all in this land. At least the place is abundant in lynx, wolf, and boar. There is enough to keep myself alive: replacing my clothes, making new weapons should the need rise, and enough food. The berries too are fine. Perhaps I might be able to make a favorite food of mine, if I manage to find the needed spices...if it even grows here.
These fallen ruins, they are awe striking despite being...poor in quality. A perfect shelter, I think. No one ever comes in here, save the occasional mutants and fouler, taller, people. They are easy to disperse though, and I am glad that I have not been taken captive yet.
Yet very recently, a she-warrior wrestled with me and drove me out of one of the ruins! I would not dare lay hand on one of her people, but she pursued me, and left me no choice but to fight back. I have found another place though...the stars are revealed, there is a source of water within it (yet I doubt I will drink from it), and it appears undisturbed. I hope my luck will hold up. I know it is ironic...but I so yearn to be left alone; or at least be with company of my own kin again, instead of the tall and fell people, for I am lonely..."
