Athlardal

Lusseriel was sitting on the branch of a tall tree, her bag tied to another branch near her. Her notebook was on her laps, and she felt lucky it was a clear night that day.

“Today was… It was.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire and trying to enjoy the peace of the night and the sound of the fire nearby, a sound and scent that stayed a comfort through the years. The sky was clear, the rain had finished falling some time ago and in the sky the moon was brightly shining.

Entry Five: Hall of Fire

One rested well for the first time in a while. The peace and tranquillity within the borders of Imladris would succumb to any feared warrior, turning them into lovable beings. The Bloody Dawn where a fine example. Within their home of Bree, they would appear somewhat vicious and cutthroat more often than not. But in Imladris... they would appear humble and kind amongst the Elves.