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Naurin could not remember what gave her the sudden urge to sail West, forgetting all her indecision and fears which had kept her stranded in Rivendell. It could have been the sight of other elves who had once known her birthplace, with similar ways of speech and culture making her feel at home once more. Maybe their presence had ignited an instinct which had long been forgotten, the instinct to follow those who were similar to her. Naurin knew she could not remain isolated from her people forever, but she did not expect to return quite so quickly either.
Though the trip to the Undying Realm had been short, Naurin found herself missing Yoon who she had grown accustomed to the company of. Her quiet existence serving as a buffer between the harsh realities of other elves and humans who did not understand her own personality and culture. Grim and cynical as Naurin may seem, within the dark exterior was a naive child who had surrounded herself with a shell to protect her innocence.
And it was these dark thoughts of estrangement and loneliness which accompanied her slow and careful steps on the stone path that led to the Vanyarin city nestled among the mountain Taniquetil. Naurin felt comforted by the altitude, so similar it was to the cold air surrounding the Sea of Rhûn which she had grown to love. And perhaps a culture she knew nothing of would make for a good beginning for her recent-bought leather diary which she was anxious to fill with all the new flora found upon the blessed realm.
