October 15th, somewhere between the Bruinen and the Misty Mountains

I think I saw Elves last night.

I know not if I was waking or sleeping, but I heard glad voices singing. Then I saw them walking, what must be Elves, for I have never seen Elves before. They carried silver lanterns, but they had little need of them for they shimmered in the moonlight. Dumbstruck, I watched them pass, and then the last one turned to me and gave me a lingering look. Tall and fair he was, clad in green and brown with a circlet of green leaves upon his head. Pointing northward, he spoke a single word, "Imladris." I struggled to get up and follow, but either I was truly asleep or a spell rooted me to the spot. Next I knew, it was dawn. I searched the ground all about, but there was no sign of their passing. Still, whether it was a fateful dream or a true encounter, I felt encouraged, and I followed northward after them.

It seems I have reached the lands where Elves wander. Rivendell cannot be far.

Boromir