((Written in Quenya so that even the Kinn-lai cannot understand it's true meaning. It is a journal where Daerundros records her personal feelings over being in Yaquir. It is hidden very well beneath the armour Gala'tanleaw gave her.))
(The first page seems to be have been scribbled hastily before a piece of it was torn off)
...Meticulous assumptions and dangers. Naturally, I understand the suspicion they hold towards me, being one of those "Traitors of Elven-kind", or so they call it, but am I truely one who decided these choices on my own? No, I am merely a descendant of those who chose to be of the Calaquendi, whereas my own choice lies with the Moriquendi. I, a Noldo-maiden, trained in Battle, gave up the longing for paradise, to go with what my kin would call, "Earth-crawlers".
But Alas! Nay, this choice was not in vain. Indeed, Queen Tathsume has spoken true: One can feel the rhythm and the song woven into the trees of Yaquir, spun and recited by Yavanna herself. Such beauty and life as I have never seen before in my eyes indeed! And I marvel at this armour which my adopted mother Gala'tanleaw has given me; It is of a fine craftsmanship, equal in beauty as those of my Noldor kin. I have grown quite attached to her, and I dearly love her like I loved my own mother would. She fills the empty void that my mother had left.
I have met two arrogant scholars in Ilkhânor's speech. Pitifully weak, I should say. They did not even look strong enough to wield sword! Though I must commend their bravery for daring to call me a "weakling", discarding the fact that I had with me two blades, a dagger hidden somewhere beneath my coat, and the Holy mark of the Vaydja! If I were not bound by the rules and my newly-found love for this forest, I would have surely dealt them a blow or two.
Now, if only the other Kinn-lai may be more accepting of me as Minyelaire were... these things shall take time.
