As I was in the branches of a tree, I spied a group of elves. It wasn't a very large group, but it wasn't a small group either. I am sure that they're setting off, leaving Middle Earth. The time of the elves are fading. More Elves are leaving. I know that, but this is the first time I've seen Elves since I came here two weeks ago. I was suddenly struck by the fact that the elves were really leaving. I suddenly had the urge to leave my hiding place and ask if I would be able to join them on their journey. They would probably have accepted me. But I didn't do it because I had this feeling that I something that needed to be accomplished here in Middle Earth before I could leave. I don't know what it is, or how long I have to wait to be able to complete my task. I remember that once when I was with my best friend Eowebrinia, she told me that she felt that I was something special, that I was different. I didn't know what she meant then, but I have a slight clue now. And I have to admit that I am afraid of what I might have to do. I've been living alone here for two weeks, and have got somewhat used to the silence. I have once journeyed on my horse Elvothien to The Shire, and have entered it once in disguise. I have seen for myself the little hobbits, simple folk but kind-hearted. Not many have noticed me, and I have departed in silence. I have heard that there are Orcs in Hobbiton. They might be seeking me. I am unsure of how long I will be safe here. I want to help the little people in Hobbiton, but I cannot make my presence known to many. And if I do show up in The Shire, more Orcs will be sent there. But I cannot bear to let the hobbits suffer in Hobbiton under those terrible Orcs. What should I do? Brilnedlorwen Elraralia