[a fairly old diary entry of Velspeth's, recently found by Galyndor and shown to Nevarda ]
I make penned note of my time here, as if to justify the abitrary drive that has steered me to a commitment to these lands. Middle Earth is the project of a developing power, it is clear. But what is it that defines the belonging of my kin here since the Awakening, and why do I wish to stay when ill-fate seems to draw closer? Perhaps I should accept what I can not fully understand, or seemingly until I can comprehend it further.
It has come to my attention that many of my kin have made the passage West to the Undying Lands, many without regret or retrospective abstraction. I however, shudder to think that I am limited by the precedents set aforehand.
My journey from Lórien to Imladris was indeed a significant venture, as it was there that I encountered the Sage Galyndor for the first time, and also where I learned from the Scholars, that Elves were not bound to live as internally as presupposed by my direct kin.
I encountered Men, Dwarves and other specimen with whom I had never made contact with, and I have since learned much of their kind.
Yet I remain here, alone in a house far set from the Mallorn Trees I hold familiar, producing writs of counsel and advice that I can not relate to, as I do not understand much the minds of Men, nor the thoughts of Dwarven and Halfling folk, but yet I remain; making sense of my decision to remain on these lands...
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