Dear Journal,
Today was quite lovely, for no clouds adorned the cerulean sky. Though it was not just the warmth of the breeze which brought joy into my heart, it was the joy of meeting those of beyond.
During my daily stroll in Rivendell, I had stumbled upon a three elves, who seemed to be in deep conversation. There were two maidens and one ellon.It was clear that they were of the Noldor, for tall they were and beautiful.... extremely beautiful. Rarely would I engage a conversation with strangers, yet... I felt that there was something about them. With that, I mustered the courage to introduce my self to them. It was quite odd at first, yet slowly but surely, a conversation was woven. One maiden by the name of Makanare told me of her life in Lindon on hearing about my desire to learn the art of Ship making. From her words, the land seems so peaceful and fair. The ellon, Annunghil, seemed to have a lot of knowledge lingering inside of him. The other maid, Elirieal, was brighter than that of the sun, though she left for a stroll.
Yet what really caught my attention was when they told me of their friendship with Tinurendis and their role in the search of my lost kin. For a moment I had thought they mentioned another elleth by the same name. But on hearing them describe her as 'valiant' and 'bright', I knew it was my sister-in-law.
I hope that we shall meet again.
Tinnuil
Today was quite lovely, for no clouds adorned the cerulean sky. Though it was not just the warmth of the breeze which brought joy into my heart, it was the joy of meeting those of beyond.
During my daily stroll in Rivendell, I had stumbled upon a three elves, who seemed to be in deep conversation. There were two maidens and one ellon.It was clear that they were of the Noldor, for tall they were and beautiful.... extremely beautiful. Rarely would I engage a conversation with strangers, yet... I felt that there was something about them. With that, I mustered the courage to introduce my self to them. It was quite odd at first, yet slowly but surely, a conversation was woven. One maiden by the name of Makanare told me of her life in Lindon on hearing about my desire to learn the art of Ship making. From her words, the land seems so peaceful and fair. The ellon, Annunghil, seemed to have a lot of knowledge lingering inside of him. The other maid, Elirieal, was brighter than that of the sun, though she left for a stroll.
Yet what really caught my attention was when they told me of their friendship with Tinurendis and their role in the search of my lost kin. For a moment I had thought they mentioned another elleth by the same name. But on hearing them describe her as 'valiant' and 'bright', I knew it was my sister-in-law.
I hope that we shall meet again.
Tinnuil
