Today the sea calls out to me, but I still cannot pass over. I am still alone, and I have no ship to let me set out to sea, nor can I build one by myself. Building a ship requires the strength and dedication of many, not even to speak of sailing in one. So I sit here in silence again, writing in my diary, with my sword by my side. It is always with me, no matter where I go. I feel safe when it is with me. I am particularly missing Mirkwood today. I miss all my friends, and my family. I must all think that I am dead. Except maybe for my brother Belur. He knows me well, and must have noticed that some of my precious possessions have disappeared. But he's a young elf yet, and I suppose that the others will not listen to him, thinking his theory part of his childish fantasies. However, I worry that the day will come when people start to believe him and set out to look for me. They must not find me, if they are to be safe. I wonder how my mother Earedien is doing. She must have been heartbroken when I left. We had always been close, and I love her so much. Today I sit here and cry to myself, for that is all I can do. Brilnedlorwen Elraralia