Chapter one, Becoming.

It was a fierce and cold winter. I can still hear the snow cracking underneath my feets as we walked in the wilderness. In front of me, was a large man, covered in a brown thick cloak wich was needed to protect him against the chill winds. Too bad for me, I did not had such warm cloak, I only had some thin clothing I made myself before we left home. And I say 'we left home' Because the man in front of me, is known as my father. The man I now still hate till the bottom of my heart.

Dear diary, who I hope won't be placed in the wrong place such as everything appears to be right now in the Repository,

The room was dark, save for a single great fireplace. The light of the flame light only half of each object and left warm on the skins of the four people cuddled around it. Isilorbor sat with his legs crossed with Lessel and Lenwen resting in the bow on his legs. Lendes leanded on him, her head on his shoulder and looked at her daughters and smiled at them. Then, Isilorbor began to sing, his voice soft and gentle as he words flowed from him: It seems just like yesterday was the first time that I heard You call my name Since then, so much has changed

Entery Three, dated 5th August, The Third age of Middle Earth