A Day in White Duilond

The air was damp, chill with winter's touch, the sweet smell of grass in summer was changed to the reflective surface of snow. Some Mirdan were at work, making the forge fire it's smoke out, and giving the Elves of Duilond a chance to hear of hammering and shattering. I awoke within the Scholar's Enclave and thought of my purpose for resting there, perhaps I had forgotten to leave or I slept while attempting to read a scroll. I have came to the conclusion that I was reading the scroll father gave to me, how he asks of how my search of knowledge is going and what I've learned, which I have given him a letter of response. I just hope that the courier that I have assigned the letter to is quick, smart, and well-spent in the time of tracking and delivering. It also appears to me that another joined me in the library, quietly, so quiet in fact that I did not notice her until she started to gather some books and join me at the table. Maidhuial was just one of her names, a fellow scholar, from what I could deduce however she told me that she is a humble harpist however I believe one of her hobbies is being a scholar even is she doesn't realize it. I sadly did not find out what books she was going to read as I did not think to ask but it seems that she found peace in them, although, a subject of sorrow and hope arose. She thought that she is not needed as a humble harpist yet she deems it her job, I told her that, without someone to reinforce the morale of defenders then we shall fall, she understood what I mean and for that I am glad. She departed shortly after that topic arose but not without gaining the knowledge of which I am a Golodh of, Ring-lore and of Imladris and Eregion's history. I am glad that I still write in my journal after this long years, preserving the knowledge I know, and yet to come however many of my kin have saw me decline in being social which I may need kindle again. I do believe that I've recorded enough for yesterday and perhaps even today and for that, I wander.