Amaurë speaks...
My very fist memory is of my mother's fragrance, her warm skin, her smile and soft hair flowing freely in the gentle breeze of the vale of Imladris. My father would walk into the gardens and greet us with an elegant bow of his head, before sitting next to in the evening light of lanterns hanging from the tree-branches. Alas, those days are distant, dwelling only in my heart. How do I write of their passing across the Great Sea without feeling the sadness of this parting ? Namarië adar, Namarië emel ! Namarië...whispers in the wind filling the sails of the white ship carrying you away from me.
The ship became to glide through the mist of twilight. Swiftly and surely fading away into the distance. I raised my hand in a last farewell before the light of the stars glimmered one more time, and was lost " Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle. Tenna' ento lye omenta vi Valimar, Namarië " The gentle sound of little waves against the shores was all that was left, until a quiet laughter came from nearby. And so in the twilight of a departure, the elleth stood next to me by the waters and we began to talk like if had known each other for a long time - words came easily and joyfully.
I felt at ease with the elleth Aearlinn, less lonely. I am thankful she gently walked into my life. We talked about our families and about the passing across the sea. She told me she almost boarded a ship to make the last journey into the west but soon realized she still had a purpose in these lands, the process of self-healing from the sorrows of her life had began. The understanding of Elven Healing came easily to me. My adar said I was healing-born like him and his father before him, he said the arts of Elven healing runs deep in our veins, so this was my natural path and I embraced it without fear.
It is often said that is the 'hidden' healing which is the hardest to understand and master How to mend a broken heart full of sorrow - to call the mist in twilight - to bring rain to refresh a spirit. The herb-lore of healing, the song-lore of mending. These lessons were pure joy. I was allowed to learn and play upon an harp that was fashioned for me by adar using sacret wood. Some lessons were much harder and frightening. How to look within myself using herbs and potions to lose the spirit from the body , the mind soaring free, past the limits of time and read the pages of the past and the future.
And so at last the ties were broken. My parents have sailed across the Great Sea and I pass through the mist, and call upon my kin as family - my feet upon the earth and my head among the stars, searching the horizon for those dreams I keep secrets in my own heart. As the mist parted in the early morning light we saw before us the beautiful sunlit shores of Lindon. So in this world, for now at least, I set my feet on the solid earth of my own home, Imladris. I will however spend some time in these fair land by the River Lune. I am looking forward to learn more about the elleth Aearlinn and her story, and visiting a place called 'Shire' after an unexpected meeting with a small, amusing perian creature in search of food.
