The writing of this page seems to have been made, with that of a furious hand.
Ironic, given the owner of this journal.
I had come to Imladris, for naught but sorrow.
For naught but faces of the past!
Arfold had found me, while looking for a member of our former company.
Bellohir, and then he had the nerve to speak to me about Remethir.
Our relation.. it.. is difficult.
Mortal and Immortal.
Eldar and Man.
Yet I love him so.
