It is weeks since I did not have the time to write. Tonight it is the first of many to sleep in a clean bed, to have my hair washed and a loose robe instead of the same armor worn each day for so long, even sleeping. I will take the time to write as my thoughts chase away sleep in any case.
We have returned, as I said, and with Daelith. I was glad to see him trust Veryacano as I hoped and Veryacano trying to comfort and protect him even from himself. Such beautiful friendship worthy of the legends of old! I felt small and useless as all idea I thought useful and good proved to fail and glad I talked to Veryacano – he seems to be of more use to Daelith then I ever could with all good intentions.
I still do not understand my dream. We found Daelith in the place I dreamed. How could I have known the place in my sleep? I was still amazed at the reality of the dream and trying to recognize the details to find our road when Veryacano heard a whining from far and the sound of the voice took us straight to the humble shelter our friend improvised. Trully a horrible place to live.
He was in a worse condition then when I saw him last in Imladis and he recognized us with difficulty. At least some proper food did not hurt him but gave him strength but here stops anything going according to plans. Blessed water gives him pain –so any other cure based on elven wisdom and light- and the noble sword Eruiavar I wanted to give him to replace the treacherous blade that killed Darnur burned his hands.
He still speaks of a curse, of a great evil stirred by his deed. I thought it is only his guilt that burdens him and his imagination. But if things of light hurt him physically.. can such thing happen? And how can we help him?
He told us he sees an enemy made of darkness that hunts him in his dreams. And a elf maid that shares his curse, and that he needs to find her and together fight this evil. He was convinced this evil is guarding in darkness near Imladis so to Imladis we hurried. Blindfolded he wanted to search for this enemy for another type of subtle sight is to lead him. When he exclaimed “There she is!” we saw indeed before us a elf girl dressed in black, her hair cut short and marked by a deep sadness. Both me and Veryacano stepped between them for another kinslaying not to happen on the land of Elrond in the state of mind our friend was. The girl was surprised and did not know what to make of his story. A strange bruise sign like a dragon with no cause encircles her wrist. Daeltih told her this is sign of that curse they share. He said that the curse urges him to kill her but he fights it and asked Veryacano to offer the lady the protection of Vanimar as kin bond would stop him from hurting her. I was already lost in all this complicated curses and subtle presences story. I asked where this creature of darkness is and if we should not try to face it with the light of our souls and the sharpness of our blades and silence whatever curse once and for all. It seems the lady asked help from Anglachelm before and Vanimar scouts were sent but returned more than once with no news. It will take more to find it and probably they two can find it.
A image haunts me: of a rope between puppets and a master of puppets playing their actions. But the rope can be pulled two ways. And foul is the thing that dares to bind trough curse such dangerous puppets. For the rope will lead them to him and he will face their anger and strength. We should find rest and then find the way to pull the rope and deafeat the puppeteer so that peace and joy can once again find shelter in the hearts of this poor elves. I trust my blades and my will and I will not take a step back whatever be the thing we shall face. I dreamt of the legends of old. It looks like one came to our age.
