Rivendell

My dear Father Urnu,

Last night I had the honor of meeting with Lady Isoldis and contrary to what I have been told she welcomed me warmly. I also found her very different from my expectations with her long silky velvet black hairs. Guess, I should have known better not to believe what others say.

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…

A gift comes with a story, leaving the words “to Remember”

I gave him some time and space to settle…

 Tinuchen,

She sat onto the edge of the bed and pulled the dust covered long boots from her feet with the last drop of her strength. It had been a long journey after the long lost son of a death man, riding all the way from Rivendell to forsaken inn then to weather top in haste. She sighed softly and strained herself not to snuggle down before taking a bath. She effetely stood up and stepped on the cold, stone piled floor with bare feet while her slim fingers clumsily unlacing her dress.

Reiven stood still before the falls of Imladris, feeling the refreshing touch of its spray on her skin. For the first time her heart calm and mind was silent. To her It was more like awakening from a dream which she has been captive for a long time. Her memories for the past couple of weeks were misty that she could only remember the darkness and strong pain. 

I had left Bree to start a new life in Rivendell and I was near the Last Bridge when I saw a dwarf lying on the ground. I went over to him and helped him up. He grunted and walked away. I had to do something to help this dwarf as he was in shock. I asked him what was the matter, all I got was another grunt. I stopped his horse and asked him again why he was lying on the ground. He finally told me that he was just resting his strenght and that he was on his way to Rivendell the same as me.