Pashraen, elf of the Golden Wood here. Although I do currently feel a bit sore and resentful. After travelling through the horrors of Moria, I have arrived at the place that I would call home only to be refused entry. Maybe it is the clothes that I am wearing – that of an urchin, and one that has received a harsh life. But it is good to travel this way, as it hides my true standing upon Middle Earth. It seems that I will have to convince my own race of my heritage. Not that it should take too long, there are many wrongs being done in the Dimril Dale that I should put right! It is nice at least to admire the forest again. It has been so long.
It has been a time for convincing of late. I have travelled here following a long stay in the ice lands of Forochol. After much combat, I was able to persuade the Lossoth of my dedication to their cause, and was rewarded with a kindred status. I will hold this close to my heart, as it has been achieved through hard endeavour.
So my next few days will be spent here amongst the trees, at the outskirts of Lothlorien, as I gain sufficient honour to enable me to walk back in and gaze upon the Lady with honour.