Andrahir

Lusseriel was sitting on the floor against a full bookshelf, she was enjoying the sound of the conversations around. For once things were calm...

She picked up her journal, and started writing the date.

It was night time and Lusseriel was sitting at the light of a campfire, her notebook in her laps, and her backpack nearby.

“I picked up my journal again at the end of a long adventure.

Lusseriel was sitting at a table in the shadowy inn, in Mirkwood, near the ruins of a settlement. She was near a fire going, and enjoying the warmth. Her backpack was on the floor near her, and she had her journal open in front of her on the table.

The date was scribbled in a messy hand in the corner of the page and she started to write.

Lusseriel was sitting next to a fire, leaning against a conveniently placed tree when she decided to pull her journal out of her backpack.

“The company and I crossed the river from Lothlorien to Mirkwood today. Not that I regret it already but...

There's a lot to write about here, but I'll try to stay brief and relate the most important points of our journey.

In a dark cave deep within the Moria, an elf was sitting on a thin cot against a wall, a bag and lyre laying next to her on the floor.

She had long dark hair, pale blue eyes that, in the dim light of the cave looked almost colorless, and was wearing a well worn traveling outfit.