Andarne

Last night; the assebmly took place, once again.

I had the extreme honour of bringing my love, Malliel. She seemed...nervous, for a small moment; but enjoyed the company, and music. We both had the pleasure of hearing a young Elf, play a song for us. After this, though; we took a walk. Around, and behind Imladris.

A day has since passed, since I met Malliel.

The golden maiden, of my homeland; echants me still. I fear I may have been a bit forward. Perhaps, my heart leaped so, it blinded reason.

I can remember most of it all. Perhaps....perhaps we should go slower. I...I do know, that my heart still yearns for her.

The date of this entry; the Year 3010, of the Third Age.

I am at loss for words. She came to me, yesterday. I--I am still lost in thought. She is beautiful, more so than I ever could have imagined. It was love at first sight, I know it! We both do! We stood, under the rain; at first. Her hair was like liquid gold! A true masterpiece!

It has been many days since last I wrote in this.

So much has happened. So much still remains to be done. I recieved summons, while in Imladris, from Haldir of Lórien. He called to me, hinting at the presence of outsiders from the Mines of Moria. Outsiders are not welcome, and could be removed from the land; so I hurried as best I could, back home.

Night has fallen, now. I hear so many things, at the current moment.

Birds, sleeping. Beasts, resting. There is no danger, here; but the Trolls in the Western regions. So quiet. So very quiet. It is times like this, that memories come to me. I can remember many things, good or for ill.

On this day; as I write, I am once again alone.

The wild is so comforting. I enjoy spending time, there....here. It releases all ill thoughts from my mind. I am at ease here. Meditation is easier, and I am in no danger from anything. The Trollshaws, they are safer in recent days. But I cannot help but wonder, if that will change so soon.

One of the younger residents of Imladris, noted me today; near the camp.

I have returned.

A month, or so, in Human terms, I have been in the wild. Again, I feel compelled to wander; like my father afore me. It is becomming a troublesome issue, but not without reason.

The night afore was rather fun and unexpected!

I had recieved word from Lord Elrond, as did many others; that he wished for a gathering, to reunite old friendships. Many were told, and many came! He assures us that the 'event', shall take place around every fortnight; and I look forward to the next time.