Well, I'm alive, for the time being, though I still have a bit of the trembles from the events of the last couple of days, and the current one--well more than a bit, honestly. It's odd how a dragon's lair can seem safer than the Elven palace of Lindon, but the idea of safety is relative, isn't it? And the Valar, who came to my rescue from the terrible Elf Lord who held me helpless, left me to rot in a cage while they engaged in their family squabbles. So along comes Smaug, seeing me as a boxed to-go dinner, picks me up at the Valarian drive-thru, and then, for some reason that escapes me, decides I'm not a fit dinner. Thank Eru for inscrutable dragons! Most intriguing, really. And to find Estella here, acting so strangely, and at home! But I hope I can find my way out before he changes his mind. I want to go home.