Orithil, Laer, T.A. 3018
So as I scribble down my second page, I think of how Minyelaire's "success" had been nothing more but a mask of hurt and confusion, the first foot of our Journey to Harad already sullied by burden and sorrow.
I watched, from a distance, and Minyelaire came to triumph and gloat over the Vanimar, only to be laughed at, and to be angered, as she strolled away from the Hall, I followed suit, eyeing the Elves of the Vanimar, betrayed and hurt. This was the beginning of a rough beginning.
Vardarianna, a quiet, yet graceful human. I liked her, though I knew she despised me due to my closeness to Minyelaire, I could not help but try, to at least, be friendly to her.
That was when something peculiar happened.
Minyelaire and Vardarianna starting arguing about the ring, the bethrothal ring of Tyelepoma. I watched, powerless to stop anything, as Vardarianna quietly refused the ring, and gave it back to Minyelaire. I watched, as Minyelaire, for the first time since I have known her, betrayed her emotions - A mask of shock, hurt, and sorrow. The ring which she held clattered on the floor, and she diregarded it with further action. I watched as Minyelaire approached Vardarianna in a peculiarly intimate way, asking and getting a, "You may see it. It has no significance to me now." as response, before Minyelaire gently kissed Vardarianna, but I was already stooping to look at the ring.
Lé Vanwa Wethrine!
In shock and horror, my fists slowly clenched up in Anger, the words echoing in my ears.
Lé Vanwa Wethrine!
I realized, that the ring was not the real ring of Tyelepoma Glingalindo.
Lé Vanwa Wethrine!
Sickened and Angered, horribly disgusted and betrayed, I bended over as the words became too much in my ears.
Lé Vanwa Weth--
Without another word, I threw the ring at the door to the Hall of Fire, rage boiling in my insides. With a dull thunk, the ring fell to the floor in a limp fashion, and I strolled over, and, with a look of disgust on my face, I shoved the ring under the door with my foot and turned my back on it, Minyelaire and Vardarianna staring at me, bemused.
I assured them that I was fine, and we set off, but I tried hard to surpress my anger. I noticed Minyelaire was upset, Vardarianna was quiet... and I was suffering from betrayal.
We moved to camp at the place where I found an injured Minyelaire some time ago, and slowly I explained to Vardarianna about the ring. A slight yell of anger made me know that Minyelaire had heard too.
What I saw scared me. Minyelaire's expression was wicked, cruel. I was concerned... I had never seen Minyelaire in such a rage before. I hurriedly left, whispering to Vardarianna to take care of Minyelaire, and now I come to where I write here.
My dear Minyelaire, did you not realize that your plan would all bring us sorrow? Did you really think that Tyelepoma would leave his bethrothal ring there, carefree? No. My Sister, you must learn. You must learn the customs of the Eldar before you are to attempt something like this again. Minyelaire, this journey has already cost both of us much. You must learn more before you are to set foot in Imladris again...
I shall make sure, that you shall learn common sense and wit, before something like this is to happen again.
