Luiniel

-The Sindarin script is a little more sloppy than usual. As though the writer was tired.- Rivondir's daughter Luiniel is dead. I had spent the past few days in Southern Mirkwood helping Rivondir search for her. He received word from those he left to care for her, that she had gone missing. After three days of searching without rest, I found her, beset upon by spiders. The filthy creature had bitten her before I could get to her. I already had another hanging off my leg by the fang, and the beast slowed me. I killed the both of them and did all I knew to help, and rushed her to the healer at the Haunted Inn. They could do nothing. She was simply too small. Too much venom. Not enough to eat lately. I sent word to Rivondir, picked a chair by the back fire, wrapped her in my cloak and held her. Over the next few hours, I held her trembling frame to mine. We spoke quietly, shared stories, and I soon ADORED her. Rivondir arrived, and we sang her a lullaby to soothe her last moments as best we could. I dare not wrote of the last time I wept so openly in grief. We left the Inn to make her funeral pyre. Even the skies wept for little Luiniel. We both set her on the kindling, and we both set it aflame amongst the charred ruins of a home. After the spider hunt, I sought out Galadriels mirror in her Gardens. Could Luiniel have survived? I had to know. The mirror showed me that someone was destined to die that day. Be it me, Luiniel, or Rivondir. What could have been. We truly had done all we could. I am done weeping. I sit and write upon the talan where Sylrond and I live. I await his return home. So I may cherish him, cherish that I am fortunate that he is alive and well for me to hold in my arms and sleep easy. I think I shall lay down for a time.