Dear Diary,
Elves! Real elves! Every single time my eyesight falls upon them, my breath is taken away!
Yes, I am in Rivendell now. I feel so puny and tiny compared to the mighty creatures. My fanciest dress is nothing in comparison to the fine Elven silk that Hîr Galvathalion has given me! Oh... there I go, rambling some small Sindarin words I've learned....
But anyway, this entire experience, this new feeling... it feels so new. An Elven woman found me and told me she had seen me drop unconscious somewhere near the Last Bridge. I was taken to Rivendell to have my wounds cleaned and healed...
Healing! The Elves have such strange ways! I swear that when I made eyecontact with Galvathalion... I saw myself running barefoot on the grass! I could even feel the wind on my face..!
So many questions, so many questions.
