After my journey back to my land, Lothlórien; I rested.
Not for long, the desire for adventure stirred within me and traveled to the Misty Mountains. A fair and perilous place, for the cold was nearly unbearable, yet something much colder and unbearable stirred within me as I sat beside my fire.
Memories resurfaced of the times I had when I was young. I wished it was the wonderful times, but it was a time of great sorrow. A time where my heart was deeply wounded. I thought it healed, yet scarred. In truth, it never healed it was there, though the bleeding stopped and the hurt assuaged; my heart was still in sorrow from the time my parents grew weary.
It was a long time ago. Lord Amroth went south with his lover Nimrodel, yet in the end both were lost. My parents were deeply saddened, the light in their eyes dissipated. No more did they emanate an aura of happiness. They went away to the Uttermost West. I and Meleth were left in Lothlórien. I went on to adventure the Golden Wood while my sister became one of the maidens of The Lady.
In one of my adventures, I ventured farther North. On the borders, I saw the great darkness, and I felt the stinking corruption that came from Dol Guldur. I turned away in fear, and went south. I left Lothlórien to the lands south and I saw there, across the river, a land where life died and withered. It was called The Brown Lands; I hastened back in disgust for I feared Lothlórien would soon suffer the same fate.
I mourned and weeped at the state of those lands, but soon a passion and desire to protect and care grew within me. My sister noticed it, and she counseled me to leave and learn what I can to aid the world. I followed her counsel and made my way to Imaldris.
There in Imladris, I grew to yearn to go back to Lothlórien. I steeled myself and found solace in the library of Lord Elrond. I found happiness in whatever I learned, from the elves there who were from the West. The Noldor taught me Quenya. My adventurous spirit found its happiness in the wilderness of the Trollshaws. All was well, but soon my desire strengthened, and I left Imaldris.
I hastened back to Imladris. I did not sleep nor gave time for rest. I urged myself, and my steed. We went to our limit as we rode through the land. I came to the Last Homely Home East of the Sea, there I walked around, and everything went black.
I had dark dreams. I dreamt of a dark and desolate place. The land was dead, no life grew and no life I could feel. I felt hopeless and sad. I wept and wailed in the darkness, alone in a desolate land. I could do nothing, but weep in hope my tears would water the land and in time, the land would heal and be alive once more.
As I wept for a long time, my nose caught the scent of my beloved flower: Elanor. I searched the desolate land and found a single flower of Elanor. I held it abreast and wept once more. The dream changed as I found myself in Lothlórien once more. It was a long time ago, in a different age.
I was young as I played with my sister in Lothlórien we were full of joy.We ran across the woods and chased each other. We would climb the trees, but our parents would tell us to come down, for they feared for our safety. We would then run to Cerin Amroth and lie down on the grass. Lord Amroth would see us and he would smile. It was a great time of peace and bliss. I smiled, and a tear of joy came down my eyes, as I remembered those happy times.
The scene changed again, I hear the soft elven music. I was back in Imladris, there I was studying and reading many things. It was night and the Hall of Fire was brought to life by the singing and merry making.
Then and there I had a warm feeling in my heart. It was a bittersweet joy of an old elven maiden, a happiness of which she found scarce in a world she felt to be decaying. Not long after, I awoke and saw myself in Imladris, lying down with my friend watching over me.
