Thous I have met Amrunsilim again... My mission took me to The Grey Havens at last. I glanced over the long row of ships and I search in my heart for desire or rejection of the idea to step on their white decks for the final road to the world destined to my kind. I found none..Is equal to me where my road will go..
A young elf maiden in a lavender robe touched my arm and I realized I did not hear her approaching. She looked at me with such respect and I felt smaller than ever before. I realized I accepted a mission Dingo-ad-riel of only 2 years ago would have rejected with fear. She was not sent by the one I had to meet in Lindon but by my dearest mentor and friend, of whom I only hoped to meet again in Valinor if my steps will take me there instead of the halls of Mandos to dream the time until the end of all times Arda is meant to know.
She looked at me for long while we exchanged words of greeting and she embraced me like my mother would have. She remained in a small settlement near the mouth of the River Lhun not finding herself the will to leave this world nor the will to see its decay in the more tormented parts of the world. Once again I found my heart and the heart of the old Noldo were beating the sustained rhythm of the same old powerful song. I told her of my mission. She nodded while I could not read her eyes so far in her thoughts she was. I could only presume she was glad our Lady finaly takes lead of those worthy to wield the names and the banners of the old houses for the good of the world we were destined to protect. I wondered if she would return with me yet I dared not ask. She fought her own wars and she did not need my advice or push.
To my surprise her first words changed the subject and only days later I was to find out her decision.. Instead she asked me:
-I am sure I told you before, my child, you look much like Finduilas, daughter of Orodreth, except your beautiful reddish hair?
I blushed in spite my long years. How could she know?? I responded knowing she will understand.
-No, Mylady, I do not recall this. And I think you are mistaken. The niece of our Lady had eyes as blue and beautiful as lady Galadriel herself. I am not that beautiful nor would dare to dream her dreams..
She nodded again.
-Then I tell you, Driadriel, that thou prove wiser, as each of the children of Illuvatar bear their own gifts and the differences among us are deeper than our eyes can see.
I bowed deeply and felt her words like a dagger piercing my heart.
-I know that now, Mylady.
She took my arm and we walked on the shore of the river to admire the reddish lavender and yellow of the evening sky. When the wonder of colors found its rest in the deep back of the nigth my companion started to talk again. She told me again stories on the neverending nigth of the beginings and the awakening of our kind. Of Valinor the wonderful and of Arda - the realm of bold dreams. I sang for her and her voice joined mine as centuries before and my heart filled with joy. The resemblence of our minds and of our tastes put in our time together the harmony of the sweetest song, one as pure and simple like the dreams of the drops of dew born on flowers after the kiss of the dawn we were sharing.. I thanked my old friend and we split to get some rest before the meetings that were to be held later that day. The smell of lilies of the valley under my window reminded me of the night I slept in the Library and I missed the nuance the fresh paint added to the perfume. My heart found peace and I understood I was still able to feel a type of happiness I thought long forgotten and I did not appreciate enough before.
