Rivendell is like a secret place hidden between mountains… Tall standing, dark green trees seem always trying to reach out to the sky and there is always different colors where falls pouring in.
It’s so different then being in Caras Gladhon… Everything is different…
The colors, the smells, tastes,
Even the touch of morning breeze is different…
And the dreams…
This is the first time I have been away and I do miss my home, I miss my family and friends…
Although I liked seeing and learning new, I miss listening to the whispers of the golden wood. But maybe I can learn to hear the trees of Rivendell, maybe it’s just me who is not listening well enough. I can play for them, I can bring joy to them… then maybe they’ll start talking with me.
Or maybe they already are talking with me in the dreams…
Yes, the dreams… my dreams…
I’m travelling in my dreams to the places I have never been to…
In my dreams snow is not making me feel chilly and the flames not burning my hands…
I’m travelling into a fairy place where all trees adorned with lights and I remember following someone…
Someone I've never meet…
Someone different to all I know before… But it’s just a dream even I can’t recall clearly and now I have to prepare to introduce with Lady Isoldis.
