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She elf started to write in a leather covered little notebook under the dim light of the campfire. The hesitant sound of her pen moving on the parchment was revealing the mess of her thoughts.
This dream takes place right after the one where Daerundros dreamed of being a Sharisad, after her former dream slowly fades, she is taken to a new one.
"The Power of Debt can be one of the most dangerous weapons."
Greetings everyone. Thank you very much for coming to our betrothal-feast. It truly means a lot to Athlïdhraél and I that you all found the time to join us at this cheerful occasion.
What strange fate has caused me to become so deeply involved in such trouble? I yelled out in frustration, banging my fists on the tree under which I was resting. I knew that this would most likely be the end of a peaceful life in Imladris.
I know it has been long since I wrote to you but sometimes it’s hard to write to whom you cannot send. Still it’s the only way to endure living without your friendship…