Naneth,
Imladris is beautiful, even more beautiful than I imagined. The elves there are very different than those of the Greenwood, and they don't even wield daggers, save for Elrond and a few others. They value Song and Elegance over defense, and rarely hold meetings. The way they act, it may as well be Mereth Nuin Giliath, the feast of Starlight, every day. Although they are lively, they welcome visitors anytime.
There is a servant, Elrond's servant, who welcomes guests. He is tall for an elf, and has dark hair. He is quiet for an elf of Imladris, and he has the grace of a warrior that only another warrior could see. I have yet to find more about him, and his name.
Naneth, as always, I wish you were here to see everything. If you were here, I would duel with Legolas and you would help me learn more to win. If you were here, I would not be here to accompany Legolas to the Council, or to speak with Elrond as the Captain of the Guard. You would. I miss you, Naneth. And Ada as well.
Tauriel
