Galadhion

Dearest diary, reassuringly blank companion! Through how many nights of grief, suffering two fresh arrow-wounds to the fëa, have you consoled me? But I fear nothing has quite prepared either of us for the present fix. 

Dearest Themodir --

Do you remember that day, where you are now? It is five years since that terrible day. So little time, merely an eyeblink. 

I remember it exactly. I do not know why, but I was wearing a white dress with matching roses in my hair. I think I must have been looking forward to your arrival home from the mountain assignment. A simple supply run, you said.