I find myself alone in the House of Elrond.
What do I do with myself I wonder?
I surely do not fit amongst that of my own people, the way they looked at me.
It was as if I was a stranger, my heart is with them and not against them.
Am I such a threat to their ways?
I may have been amongst mortals for many a year, but the ways of my people I have not left behind.
Perhaps.. in one manner, but not all.
It is that of Remethir, Mortal he is, but a Dunedain of noble character.
My eyes are wet with tears as I stand alone, in the pale moonlight.
Imladris, why do you not welcome one of your own kind?
Your Lord welcomes me.
The sorrow of the Firstborn, lies heavily within me.
I do not need rejection from my own people.
