Mirkwood

It's strange to open my old, dusty book again. The pages are old and they are difficult to read.
This is a book with personal notes, consisting of thoughts and events that have happened over the last decades.
My old notes describe me as young and restless lady in its search for a song that haunts me, a song from something or someone trying to summon me.

  Young Galdorion could not believe his ears and then dramatically turned to his friend, who he brought the news to him.

Snow falls heavily, so heavily in fact that nothing can be seen for several paces in front any creature that would seek to venture out into such an inhospitable environment. But there is something out there… In the endless and unrelenting storm…

They are hard to spot but as sure as anything several creatures are slowly trawling through the snow. A group of elves maybe? It is hard to see…

((Another tale from Nimlith's past.))

Father, Thank you again for your words of advice, it was good indeed to see you but most of all I am very gratefull for your wisdom. I now know what I must do and my heart is truely glad. I truely like like Lady Amorith a great deal more than I expected or realised and though these things are new to me, it feels very natural. I shall seek her out and honour her, she is a dear and true friend.

It has been a month since I last written, so it is about time I wrote some more. My pregnancy seems to be progressing well. Soon I shall see a healer again, to make sure.