Amorith Vanimar

The message were filling the air tonight..
A flower were fading away..
A shadow appeared, stealing the light..
The fairest of them all
had to give in to this fight...

So faithful to the end..
Gave strenght to those around..
The petals were embracing,
A replacement can not be found...
The first lady is lost, will not be forgotten

Navaer...

I met the little group of elfs in Imladris outside the Homely house... I also saw a little party of elfs from my own house Vanimar. Lord Veryacano were present, and I tried to avoid him.. I didn't want him to see me, Lord Earinlin is never too far from his Tûr and I didn't want him to think I was present with the intention to see him..
My agenda was totally different.. I was joining the elfs from Loth-I-Lonnath on their journey home to Lindon. I wanted to join them as company..

He was appearing in the Hall of fire, I was there in company of my kindred Telpecallo, Aearandir, Naruvir and Galvathalion. He just observed us. I knew it was him at once he entered the room. Even if I did not see him... I sensed him, and I felt my heart pounding. He came closer... And then my friends noticed him, he politely bowed to everyone, and looked at me. But he kept his distance... I did not know what to do at that time. But I decided to walk towards him.. He stepped back.. I felt so hurted.... I knew why he still kept this distance, he obeyed Veryacano.

There is a tale untold..precious and loved.
A wounded soul not knowing where to go..
chasing shadows, is all she can do.
A restless heart, that noone can get through

fearless and ruthless, a master of the bow..
A huntress so fair, but deadly as few..
I know she is wanted, she never will be safe..
The day she stop run, is her day with no escape..

to long I have been away from you..
against our will we have been apart..
for you is all about following orders..
for me is a test of handling the unknowned.

I never thought I would feel such despair.
it feels I have been left alone and not beeing seen..
so many questions, that no one can answer..
Is like silent screams that noone can hear..

I am  prepared to face the shadows that approaching us..
I am ready to give myself to this war..
I am aware of the state this world are heading.
And I forsee nothing will be the same as before..

I will not dwell to much of stories and legends.
Or try to understand the acts of those kings..
It will not help me, when I face the enemy.
nor give me strength when I lift my sword.

.. I miss my Mother Eovina. Last time I saw her she left furious. She were furious on my behalf because of circumstances that keep me separated from persons I love. My mother is so unlike me.. She is like fire and are not afraid telling everyone what she has on her mind. I haven't seen her for a long time now. I don't know where she has left, she told me she were going to see her family in Lothlórien. but I know she is not telling me the truth. She is heading someplace else, but wont tell me because she wants to protect me.

The time passes by... Is soon summer.. and I haven't written in my diary for a long long time.. I have been through a periode where I have been pondering about what I have just been through... But it seems this sorrow I have inside me has eased..I feel better now, more in harmony..