The days turn darker, even if Imladris still behold its beauty, dark clouds arise in the East. I have been working in the garden, and making sure the flowers blossom even during the cold nights. However it is still early spring and the fauna is slowly awakening. It is good to work in the garden outside the Last homely house. It gives me room to mediate and reflect, but even the most enriching thoughts may not be enough if you feel alone. I have been alone in the Vale for weeks, Earinlin has been away for some time now scouting and aiding those that have need. I have my animals though, my cat, my two horses, Eovina's dog Mîr and Eovina's beloved birds, so I am not entirely alone I shall not claim that I am.
Eovina is my mother, but I rarely title her as my mother. I do not know why, but it feels natural not to do so. She is also a scout and hunter; so unlike her fellow Elleth friends. But that is how she is, raised and born in Mirkwood she has been taught the skills of wielding a bow and she uses it well.
Right now I wonder where she is, as I am deeply worried. I have not heard from her for months and I need her now in this present time. The elders have been talking about a great danger getting closer, and I have been advised not to leave this Vale for now, in fact some of the kindred have directly asked me not to.
I have sent some of her birds with messages, Hawks and Eagles. I have important news, one good and one bad. Some of the returning scouts talk about terrible damage and dread in Mirkwood, few that pass through the woods find their way out again... I am afraid she was heading to Lothlorien as she has friends that still remain there, and Lothlorien is very close to Mirkwood. I hope her birds will find her soon and that she will find my messages. The other news I sent is good... Earinlin and I are now betrothed. Is very important for me that she can be here the day we conduct the ceremony, Eovina is my only relative and the only one I have left that is very close. I would feel emptiness overwhelming if she were not able to attend.. I truly hope she can. I do have a sister aswell called Thailwen, but we have not come to close yet.
The birds have not returned to me, I do not know if they still search for her, or if something awful has happened to them, perhaps they grieve over her dead body? The latter I pray to the stars that would not be the case. Eagles and hawks are robust birds that can fly swift, high and can survive in difficulty. Ashes and poison in the air they can overcome. But I do not know what kind of danger awaits them.
I have one bird left, Eovina's little dove. A dove is not made to fly long distances, nor will it survive in difficult and dangerous places. But is the last hope I have. I have blessed the last messenger, with a flower that I have planted in my garden. Mîr watched me closely, as he either understood what this was all about, or perhaps he just wonders why I acted so peculiar.
I know it is a fragile hope, but I trust this bird is a brave one. Even the smallest things could make a change. That has been proven, and I am sure it will be proven in the future as well.
Eovina's little dog adores the dove. He can watch the bird fly around in the garden for hours. I do not why, but I think he associate the dove with his owner Eovina. He will probably miss the dove deeply when it's gone, just as much as he misses his owner.
I wrote a message, and I have placed it in a flowerpot outside. Tomorrow I will attach it to the dove, and it will go for a long and I hope peaceful journey. The dog Mîr did not want to join me inside in the guest house next to Elronds house. Seems he wanted to stay outside guarding the house, as a true watchdog.
Inside the warm room, the fire moved strangely in the fireplace. It made disturbing shadows on the wall. I was sure I could see my mother's figure lying on the ground, and a wolf next to her. I closed my eyes and started to spiral into deep thoughts, and my body and mind turned calm, but very tense.
When day broke, I went outside. It was time for the dove to fly. It has been stormy during the night and the pot was shattered, some flowers were all over the ground and the paper with the message was nowhere to be found. The dove was flying in circles over my head. The dove seemed to want to tell me something. But what..? I could not find Mîr either. Where was that dog? When I called Mîr's name the dove made a 'coo' sound. I fell to the ground beside the shattered pot. It could not be..
