I finally found my journal amongst all of the things from the house. I have sold it. It is sad to see friends that were once with me now gone. All I see is where they are not. Rivondir is not by the hearth fletching arrows. Gileryn and Galeryn are not playing out by the fountain. Sylrond is not playing his harp upstairs by the window.
I have accepted the truth that House Halatir lives on in me alone.
I met an elf named Haldaer, who I believe to be just in his intentions. He is old. Old enough to make me feel as a child again. He is quite patient. I believe he is a Lord worth following. Though I am not sure just yet. I must spend more time with him to be sure. He seeks to unite elves born of fallen homes. Gondolin, Aqualonde, the list goes on. I asked if he would consider letting me be in his service. He said he would simply because of my Fathers service to Gondolin.
Long ago sailed, and still teaching me humility. Thank you Father.
I took counsel with Lord Glorfindel. I was worried switching lords may anger Duilin. He is not here to ask and I was not certain of the proper way to approach this issue. House Halatir used to be a lesser house of the Swallow, but I feel it may be better to put myself and House Halatir under Haldaer's service.
Glorfindel said he does not think Duilin would mind given the circumstances. Duilin taking residence with Mandos in his Halls makes this a bit difficult.
Should this elf be as kind as his first impressions make him out to be, I shall join him.
