V.Y 1495
Dear diary,
The light of Laurelin is shining brightly, and Telperion is resting. I, my family and Calaerneth have returned to Alqualondë from the Gardens of Lórien, yet I sense something bad. While we were resting in the Gardens of Lórien, I saw a dream, a vision. I believe Lord Irmo is trying to give us a warning...
I saw blood and fire. Our ships were burning, Eldar were fighting against Eldar and an aura of darkness was surrounding Eldamar. I warned my kin... Emmë, Ataryo, Calaerneth and my kin, should all escape their doom and go to Beleriand.
Only I, my sisters, my mother, and my father have stayed behind - the rest of my family has departed; they took a ship and are now heading to the realm of Elwë in Doriath. I do not fear for them, for I know they will be safe. I fear for my father and mother, who, unlike my sisters, did not heed my warnings. I cannot turn away and leave them here to die in vain, nor I want to see them slain in front of my own eyes. Regardless, time will show...
