Ancalimiriel's Diary
24 March 3019
Today the Sun did not rise.
Eärendil has completely disappeared the day before yesterday. Now is the darkest time and I had never seen or heard of a darker time in my years. The dread and fear are at its highest... I do not know how to write or define the fear that now occupies the hearts of men now. Still we are standing against it. Mithrandir is in the City and his presence gives me hope. The strange little man he brought is now wearing the guard's uniform, and many are asking whether he is the perian in the riddle. I cannot tell.
The stars have approached at their highest conjunction. The Moon is dark, vanishing as well. The whole scene looks like we have come to the end.
Neither a star is seen in the sky save for the ones lingering on the Western horizon. Yet, I know that Eärendil is about to be seen again and the Moon will show her face tomorrow evening.
25 March 3019
The end has ended. The Dark Lord has fallen and the world is free again. Today the Eagles have flown over the City and none of those black wings have been seen after them. There is now song and cheer in the streets. I am looking forward to see Eärendil rise this morning. I will not sleep. The Moon is already in the evening sky, very hard to observe now but it will grow and become full again. With the light of Eärendil, the King has returned. Now I can be in peace.
