Diary Entry Nine - Thoughts from a lonely heart

I have not been out for days, not longer than what it takes to go to the well for water. I fear I have slipped in to sorrow once again, and this time there is none there to lift my spirit and ease my mind. I am alone, alone as I have always been before. Not that I am seeking the company of others, I feel awkward in their presence, as my mood might rub of on them, and that is nothing I wish. I hope they are well though, my thoughts often wander to hîr Andarne and hiril Malliel, to their expected child... I hope she is well, I am sure she is. My thoughts go to my brother and memories of the past, the joyful memories intruded with the memories of sorrow and despair. I am not completely whole... and I feel it every moment of every day.. And now history repeats itself, but now in the form of Tinuvinil.. my saviour, my strength. He is far away, unreachable.. and I fear for his safety. Is he still walking the paths on this side of the Sea? I put all my hope in it, still, the sorrow has a tight grip of my heart. Am I to be alone once more? They said "do not worry"... that can not be commanded.. for I worry still and will do so until the day comes when I know.. when I see him.. or.. I have not been out for days... I lie down.. and I sing...