The page is spattered with a few drops of red, here and there.
.. Fate, you are a cruel mistress.
I know the vision was not of dream, for I still have the deep woundings of where my bladed strings sliced my fingers nearly open from tip to end. Distractions while playing Naire are dangerous, and this was a terrible distraction.
Vivienwyne.
Vivienwyne.
Vivienwyne, under the mountain.
My Vivienwyne.
Why was Vivienwyne in the dwarf-halls?
I startled so hard I could play no longer. She did not notice me where I stood, for I ducked quickly behind the boxes of my gems I was sitting upon while I played. Why is she here? Why invade every space I flee to? Are reminders not enough, Fate? The months had near-healed her from my mind, and you fling her in front of me once more!
How deep I must delve to escape it!
Cornered in the largest dwelling on Arda. It seems the smallfather-cities cannot hide me any longer, and so I must lock myself into deeper vaults where not even she could wander.
It is my hope that she is only passing through; the small time I glimpsed her was in a place that is well-mapped as a middling point on the way to Lothlorien. It is there I will assume she is on her way to, so she can take herself and leave me in peace.
... I am shaken, again. I will see if I cannot dive into the veins of mithril and loose my thoughts in pick and gems. Perhaps I will find a likely place to hide. I will send her an anonymous letter with an easy route through to the Golden Woods. The faster she is away from me, the safer I am.
Ai. But first, my hands. The wound aches, and I must see to it before I try my grip at the hammer again.
