[Gileryn]

This tale begins in a kitchen. Specifically the kitchens of Imladris. Young Gileryn was a newly arrived guest among the Noldor elves of the valley, and was still somewhat of a mind to do things himself instead of asking. This included feeding himself. While yes, there was already bread made, he did not know if that was made for someone or simply stock. So the young elf felt the best choice was to make his own bread.

It has been less then a month and she already dotes on me, tells me she loves me. As Mother and Father used to tell Galeryn and I. I am not sure I should trust it. She worries more than she needs somtimes. I could wander the valley for weeks and come to no harm. I am thankful that she cares, but it feels like too much too soon. I am overwhelmed by Huoriell doting so much. Naneth and Adar were killed only two years ago. I want to talk to Huoriell about this but I am not sure how. She is not my mother. I cannot just say such things to her. Maybe I should talk to Lord Alassento for advice.

The season was Spring, and two brothers of Elven kind played in the yard. Gileryn and Galeryn were their names. The front door to their home had been left open to let the musty air out, and the fresh air in. Both brothers were young enough of age to not have many cares in the world, yet were old enough to leave half attended. The only worry they had was what game to play next. The current favorite game of choice being 'Elves and Orcs'.

I made a terrible mistake of skipping my lessons. Then I made the bigger mistake of letting her find out about it. Huoriell. She is worse than a Balrog when angered. Ai!!! I had skipped my clarinet lessons to go and replace the songbird I had accidentally let out of the cage. The one in the healing halls. She found out.

I miss Mother and Father. I still see what happened to them in the mountains sometimes when I sleep. Everything after is not quite clear in my mind. I remember the guards from Imladris finding Galeryn and I in the snow. But I barely remember the ride to Imladris. This is... Strange. Elves are known for their memory. Maybe I'm broken? I wonder if there is a way to fix it. The healers said it will either come back to me in bits and pieces, or all at once. Something about the whole thing putting me in shock? I'm not sure I understand.