Lusseriel

Lusseriel was sitting near the water in the little gondorian town of Morlad, enjoying the sun. They had just gotten back in the town, and she decided to give some care to her notebook that she had very pointedly ignored for a little while.

So there she was, sitting with her back to a tree, in front of the water, under the somewhat suspicious eyes of the town guards.

It’s been a while since I last needed to write down my thoughts. No doubt I will end up burning this later. It is dangerous to leave thoughts such as this written down. For now, though… it might help. Ilthirian and Lusseriel told me something today. I do not know where they got the idea from, but I regret pushing so hard for them to tell me. 

When the companions were not forced to rest in hostile territory, they spent evenings around their campfire. Sometimes they were so exhausted from fighting or traveling that they fell asleep on the ground where they’d dropped, too tired to even put up their tents.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Barnavon, wide awake. Nearby she could see one of her companions sleeping. She knew that Ardirien was standing guard nearby.

She picked up her notebook from her backpack and started writing:

Lusseriel was sitting on top of the wall of Ost Galadh.

She was so quiet in a corner, and so out of the way, that she wasn't sure if the two other elves up there noticed her yet. Tiredly, she reached into her backpack and pulled out her notebook, and writing supply.

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.

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.