(Here is a script from Elemmíriel's notebook)
I dreamt of Lothlórien last night.
I was standing on the talan of my family and looked down far and wide.I fixed my eyes mostly on the path below and I knew the reason why..
I sang besides the golden leaves and birds danced on the silver boughs..I waited with a hope which could always be fulfilled.Every three day before the sun-maiden finally went west. A tall elf arrayed in golden clock appeared on the path's end and probably on his way home.A silver bow was on his back..When he drew near ,he threw back his hood and his beautiful golden hair was seen. I held my breath and all was quiet.He smiled at me,my heart melt at that moment and i smiled back gladly..(.i knew that smile since I could remember)...
I only knew that he was in the order of my father then,but I felt i had known him all my life..the same smiling face throughout my adolescent years and many anonymous flower bouquets found lying under my talan..I told myself that oneday i would go down the floor and tell him my feelings and let him know that I sang the most beautiful tune for his arrival each time..alas.that day will never come(east of the sea).
