Diary Entry Eight - Ná Elbereth veria le..

And so it is... he has left for Mirkwood. I knew this day to come, I have tried to prepare for it ever since I got the news. I do not know for how long he will be away, he could not tell me, as he had not the answer to that himself. It all depends.... I am sad.. I miss him so and the days seem darker without him near. He is so far away.. and I feel empty. I try to fill my days with long walks, writing poems and play songs on my harp.. but it all ends up with me thinking of him with every step I take, my poems are all about him and the songs.. all remind me of him.. Him, him... my love and my wonder.. my life and my joy... I pray for him.. "Gilthoniel, Queen of Grace, a prayer I send to Thee, that may he stay in Your embrace, wherever he may be... O, may his sword be keen and light and make his arrow spry, and when in doubt, my Lady White, make his spirit high... O, Elbereth, Queen of Night, a prayer I send to Thee, that may his steps be quick and light. May he return to me...."