Daerundros

The Little child with flowing black hair smiled at the storybook she was holding, sitting on the fresh grass and looking at the bright, colourful pictures. Candeth Bamorien smiled as her daughter, Daerundros, flicked to another page, her eyes moving from side to side as she read the book.
Daerundros was 25. It was a sunny, enjoyable day in Eregion, and she was outside in the open, looking at her storybook and reading, when suddenly, she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice:

Orithil, Laer, T.A 3018

"You must travel with me Daerundros. I am serious." Minyelaire said, looking at me intently. I pondered for a moment, thinking, before I decided that I wished to come to this journey to Harad. In truth, I was very tired of sitting in Imladris doing nothing: I wanted to go outside again."

A Letter from Daerundros to Minyelaire. It is currently resting in her pack, and she wonders when to send it off, but for now, she will not willingly show it to anyone.

This is an OOC Post telling of Daerundros' sudden change. Others who have surely read earlier posts must be curious as to why Daerundros has changed.

I saw the profile of Minyelaire, and immediately I was intrigued, how she managed to RP an Avari and made me feel that it wasn't Lorebreaking at all.

It was a calm serene day for me, relaxing on the plains of Hollin, not having a care in the world and enjoying the Freedom, when a loud shout broke my bliss, and I groaned once I recognized the voice.

My palms sweated as I blocked an incoming spear hurl, jumping as the Elf before me attempted to bring me off my feet by swinging the blunt end of her spear at my knees. I moved sideways, feinting a sword slash and elbowing the Elf before me, before she groaned in pain and fell to the ground...

I surveyed about the room disinterestedly, feeling bored and out of company as I was all alone, skulking behind a crowd which was immersed in the musicians playing music at the front.

I pranced about the room hastily tidying my domain and fixing myself. It would be the first time in days since I would step out of the comfort of my home, ever since arriving at my house a few weeks ago from a trip to ease the burdens upon me.

If I should be truthful, this burden still bothers me, but I went on, not caring, not knowing, not really interested. I discarded this burden quite carelessly, and chose to rather pry myself away from the Elf that was causing it - Taramthir.