Elves

Dear Diary,

My recent experiences within Imladris have simply been marvelous. I am loving every single moment I spend here watching the trees, the birds, the nature, and generally everything. I feel more connected to the Earth within this place. I can feel how life pumps in everything within the Valley. I can fully appreciate nature now.

Dear Diary,

Elves! Real elves! Every single time my eyesight falls upon them, my breath is taken away!
Yes, I am in Rivendell now. I feel so puny and tiny compared to the mighty creatures. My fanciest dress is nothing in comparison to the fine Elven silk that Hîr Galvathalion has given me! Oh... there I go, rambling some small Sindarin words I've learned....

Minyelaire's hand reached into the grey fur of Radbug. What a good companion he was. His nose had led her right where she wanted to go. Her blood-red lips set a slight kiss on the beasts snout, whose tail swings from one side to the other. The Avar can make out Daerundros, to her surprise Nimlith... but where is the ranger?

Daerundros looked and breathed out a sigh of relief as she stood at the edges of the forest. The golden sand was slowly dissipating, to be replaced by a lush green grass and bushes of strange, exotic plants. Daerundros' curious eyes flicked to and fro merrily, trying to capture the detail within her memories. Beside her, Arivien and Vardarianna, looking as equally as curious, and in lightning-fast movement Daerundros reached for parchment and charcoal deep within her pockets, to capture the scene before her.

((OOC: This story arc is designed to portray the different members of the Bar-en-Wilwarin and Bar-en-Linquëlossë in some of the events that I wrote in my Timeline. It will most likely be rather short stories since it will mostly be dialogue and things like that. Enjoy!))