Diary:
My heart is heavy today. I leave behind my life, family, and people. I know this journey will be difficult to face as I am the only one of my kind, but I must face the road ahead. Before we left this morning Elrond said to me, "Do not be afraid of your fate. Fate will not lead you where you were not meant to go." I suppose that shall be the last of my people I see for a very long time.
This should be an interesting trip. There are so many diverse characters and already we have clashings amongst ourselves. Aragorn who I believe might become a dear friend someday is mysterious and powerful. He seems to be one of the strongest and of all our members, the one best able to understand me. Gandalf is wise, but he does not understand elves and cannot be depended upon for friendship. His heartaches overwhelm him as the vines do to fallen trees. Boromir, the other man amongst us, is proud and arrogant. He wears his dislike for Aragorn like a robe. I fear him most of all. Gimli is a dwarf; I shall be interested to see if a friendship with him can be forged like those of old. But no, that is impossible. He calls me proud and arrogant, just as I say he is the same.
The hobbits are interesting fellows. Frodo takes after Bilbo in many ways, but he holds more strength in his tiny body than some elves. Samwise is a devoted servant. All of us should be as lucky with our friendships. Merry and Pippin are as two peas in a pod. Both are merry and cheerful when fed and unpleasant when they are weary and hungry
As for me, I am but a lonely stranger amongst a world that is to come crashing down about my feet. I do not search for understanding here with these outsiders; they will never understand the love of fertile earth and beauty. I feel that they will never understand tenderness of a sapling growing under its oak mother. These things I shall have to lay behind me or allow them to stay locked here or in a secret part of my mind.
These people question me, "What are you thinking, Legolas? Why must you stay silent and hardly ever be joyous?" They don't understand the loss I have suffered and will suffer if this quest is to succeed. DO they know that the elves will soon disappear across the water and this trip is like a journey to say good-bye to all that the Elvin spirit bid me love? They see me as a quiet bowman. I know they think me proud, but I am not completely. I am contemplative and sorrowful. But alas, I must leave my only companion for a more appropriate time; we must travel onward to the mines of Moria. I bid you safe keeping, my soul, until I can confide in you again.
Legolas Greenleaf
My heart is heavy today. I leave behind my life, family, and people. I know this journey will be difficult to face as I am the only one of my kind, but I must face the road ahead. Before we left this morning Elrond said to me, "Do not be afraid of your fate. Fate will not lead you where you were not meant to go." I suppose that shall be the last of my people I see for a very long time.
This should be an interesting trip. There are so many diverse characters and already we have clashings amongst ourselves. Aragorn who I believe might become a dear friend someday is mysterious and powerful. He seems to be one of the strongest and of all our members, the one best able to understand me. Gandalf is wise, but he does not understand elves and cannot be depended upon for friendship. His heartaches overwhelm him as the vines do to fallen trees. Boromir, the other man amongst us, is proud and arrogant. He wears his dislike for Aragorn like a robe. I fear him most of all. Gimli is a dwarf; I shall be interested to see if a friendship with him can be forged like those of old. But no, that is impossible. He calls me proud and arrogant, just as I say he is the same.
The hobbits are interesting fellows. Frodo takes after Bilbo in many ways, but he holds more strength in his tiny body than some elves. Samwise is a devoted servant. All of us should be as lucky with our friendships. Merry and Pippin are as two peas in a pod. Both are merry and cheerful when fed and unpleasant when they are weary and hungry
As for me, I am but a lonely stranger amongst a world that is to come crashing down about my feet. I do not search for understanding here with these outsiders; they will never understand the love of fertile earth and beauty. I feel that they will never understand tenderness of a sapling growing under its oak mother. These things I shall have to lay behind me or allow them to stay locked here or in a secret part of my mind.
These people question me, "What are you thinking, Legolas? Why must you stay silent and hardly ever be joyous?" They don't understand the loss I have suffered and will suffer if this quest is to succeed. DO they know that the elves will soon disappear across the water and this trip is like a journey to say good-bye to all that the Elvin spirit bid me love? They see me as a quiet bowman. I know they think me proud, but I am not completely. I am contemplative and sorrowful. But alas, I must leave my only companion for a more appropriate time; we must travel onward to the mines of Moria. I bid you safe keeping, my soul, until I can confide in you again.
Legolas Greenleaf