12th Isilya
I feel great age upon me, weariness. I have found what causes Minyelaírë to hate and revile men so; She fears them.
She is afraid of them.
I had been crafting another Silver arrow when a loud clang made me drop my smithing hammer and I looked up with a scowl, only to see Minyelaírë collapsing and crying horribly. She had involuntarily told me that she hated men because they had so earlier exploited the Kinn-lai and betrayed them. And after that in Harad, Minyelaírë had been captured and was about to be abused before she... escaped. Horrible things. I am sorry for her. Truly sorry. Yet her stubborness will be her undoing. I tried to explain to her how the flow of nature works, I offered her flowers, but she refused and rebuked me, accusing me of being "Patronizing" and such. I tried to explain how I envied men because they could make choices and have everlasting rest for those choices. How I envied the Gift of Men. But she declared that she hated them all, and that the world was better without men, so I left her to an eerie silence which I suspect she enjoyed.
I may not be able heal the long wound that caused her to fuel such hate and anger towards the Secondborn, but I wish to relieve the pain and make it better.
I am truely sorry, Minyelaírë. I pitied you and your foul ways, but now I truly understand your grudges, and I can only pray that Estë will be able to relieve your pain as well.
