(This worn piece of parchment is carefully slipped between the pages of the journal)
(These words are in hastily written Quenya)
Nessa
The Dancer, the Deer,
Speed's stinging thrill,
Swirling whirls
And whirling curls
Upon the greening hill.
Oh Nessa the Vala,
Creature of song.
Dancing forever,
Faltering never,
Under the Stars of Aman.
Mallorn
The shifting leaves
Of the Ever-Tree,
Fading and growing,
The eternal song of home the wood.
