For long I have neglected this diary, for I know not what to write. Often I have been in thought, for I feel troubled.
My capture... I fear I have not healed from the ordeal fully. The wounds have been tended to, the scars faded... but I do not feel the happiness I once did. Of course, I smile much and try to ensure my family all is well. Alas, all is not well. Sometimes I am plagued in my dreams, remembering being confined within that cave. The stench of it, the feeling of loneliness, the feeling that there was no way out of the situation.
My husband thought me dead. That thought still lingers with me and will for the rest of my days. We have returned home. I love being here and my son is growing into a fine boy. These alone should make me feel joyful. Why then, do I not feel that joy?
I was bestowed the name "Malgelir" on my wedding day, by my dearest Andarne. Golden, happy person. I wish to be happy again.
