Maglor has told me much of his world. I envy him. I envy all of them, in truth. Do they understand how lucky they are? Do they thank Eru when they wake up, and when they fall asleep, that they are everything that they are? Beautiful, graceful, immortal. They are like statues created to show the ideal of Elven kind.

They have all of their lore, their language. They only serve to remind me that I am sitting amid rubble of a wreck that is my own culture.

Still, they are so kind about it. Maglor has been patient, teaching me everything I ask. I told him about myself as well, and he was certainly encouraging about it. When I'm around him, I feel...more like myself? I remember who I am more. He's encouraging. I like being around him. Even though I am so small, he makes me feel like a bigger fish in not quite such a big pond.

The greenhouse is coming along well. I've gotten the seeds I needed from the Emporium. I'll be planting them shortly, and soon, I'll be able to trade with them. That should make sure that I have enough things to keep myself comfortable while I am here.

I'm afraid.

I don't want to talk to others about it.

I'm afraid I'll be here for a long time. How long are people here? There seems no way to leave, how do you leave? It's not that there aren't things here that I like, but...

I can't stay here.

I miss my friends. I miss my world.