[[Braigion]]

I have made a horrid mistake. This whole journey, what was I thinking? I took Huoriell's kindness for granted because I felt overwhelmed, and left. Left with Hilumrekja to the Lone Lands (Another mistake, this place is horrid. I had only ever seen it on a map. Spiders, Wargs and undead abound.) We were gone for almost a month. Everything was going well enough until he disappeared about a week ago. 

Most elves tend to hate Wargs. Today I learned that is not true. Most elves greatly dislike Wargs, and Hilumrekja HATES THEM. I have never seen him so angry or so full of hate. He went into a rage and killed at least seven of them, a whole pack. We are using the old Numenorian ruins the hound had been staying in as shelter. I ran off to fetch water while Hilumrekja calmed down. When I returned, he had me pulling the bones from the carcasses, and teeth. Door making more weapons or tools I imagine.

I cannot do it. I cannot. I have tried. I cannot be the happy child these Noldo and Sindar want. I cannot smile and lie about how I feel when I hurt. They are gone forever, and forever is well within the lifespan of an elf.

I have spent my evening learning words with Thannor. No, Hilumrekja. That is his name. Not Thannor. He has told me my name in his language is Eltawina, and Galeryn's is Galtawina.