I arranga nat Ambaressë ná cuilë sessë: The hardest thing about the world is to live in it.
Vivienwyne.
Oh, Vivienwyne.
What a cruel fate I have given you to bear! If I had the heart to lament forever, I would bring a Lay to song for you about what wicked trickery beauty has played upon your spirit! O, dispair, I pray you have no hold over her, for she is too full of life yet to fall into darkness borne of grief and heartbreak!
I should have known, I should have seen! What is the reason for all my wisdom and years if it cannot protect a single elf-maid from falling enraptured under a spell that never should have been cast? Guilt shall plague me ever for this foolishness. I curse the fate that left me with a beautiful face and broken body instead of the other way 'round!
Never have I intended to hurt a creature so-- lesser still, another elf! My belly is roiling; I am making myself ill from emotion. This page is short, but I can write no longer.
