Earinlin

...he took my hands, they were warm and he held them steadfast like it was for the last time.
His eyes never looked so clear and deep blue before,  and his face looked so soft under this red sky that colored the water red behind us... The tree branches made a soothing sound that built up a tension in the air. I felt slightly uncomfortable and a little nervous...

He began to speak....prepared words that felt so formal and serious. What did he want?

It's strange to open my old, dusty book again. The pages are old and they are difficult to read.
This is a book with personal notes, consisting of thoughts and events that have happened over the last decades.
My old notes describe me as young and restless lady in its search for a song that haunts me, a song from something or someone trying to summon me.

My heart is in joy..
He is finally back..
He came when I least expected him.. I had this awful feeling inside the day before he came back, he have always been so vague about his duties in Lindon, Though I knew he was visiting his father.. But I had this feeling he was upto something else aswell, since he didn't want me to follow him.. I had thoughts that he were preparing for a battle in some forms or another or something else of important matters that is not suppose to reach my ears.. Maybe is just silly thoughts....

Today.. Is a good day.. A day for wandering thoughts..

I am sitting by the shore, reading a book. Another book with lots of poems and ancient lyrics to songs I never heard of.
Is a beautiful day.. The spring is here, and everything around me blossoms. The dark days that has been surrounding for us so long seems to be of less importance right now... Today I feel glimpse of sunshine, hope and happiness....

I saw two hearts carved on a tree
They were old because the names was gone..
I felt it was made decades ago..
A sign of love, not lost, nor destroyed..

Markings were glimmering in the ray of light..
The lonely tree looked golden and shined so bright..
I could not resist, when I repeated this act
Once made by another, immortalized..

I have not been able to write in my diary for a while..Recent events has kept me apart from writing down my thoughts..

Not only have I been focused on my studies, but I also have met Earinlin's father that inspired me to improve as a historian..Maybe it has hindered my insight, visions and my skill to forsee ..I have not been able to see the dark clouds amongst the ones I love...