A century ago I wrote a journal about my sisters disappearance. I am rereading it to refresh my memory before giving it to Rainith for her to read.
Bornith finally finished packing and we started on our journey. Before leaving the valley we stopped to visit all of Rainith’s friends, but none of them have seen her in weeks. One of her friends said that Rainith seemed quieter than usual lately and when she did speak it was often of seeing the world beyond Imladris. This was news to me, I had always assumed that Rainith was, like me, content to live here in the beautiful valley. All of our needs and wants were fufilled here, and there were stories of the dangers out of the outside that quite frankly scared me. She never once indicated to me that she wished to leave, being only twenty years apart we’d always been quite close, but I guess you can never really know a person.
It is good to be on the move. Even though I am a bit nervous about what we’ll find outside the valley, the feeling of impatience that I’ve had for the past week has disappeared. Last night I slept well. The only dreams were of happier days when Rainith and I would play games together. I dreamt of playing hide and seek, one of Rainith’s favorite games. I dreamt of us sitting by the river talking of our dreams and finding pictures in the clouds. I woke feeling refreshed and confident that our search would be fruitful.
One of the last friends we visited with gave me a small painting she had made of Rainith to take with me. She felt that it would be helpful on our search if we were able to show people a picture of my dear sister, rather than relying on a verbal description. The painting is exquisitely done, a true likeness. I will be glad to have this painting should the worst come to pass.
Tomorrow we should reach Thorenhad. I hope she has just decided to stay there for the nonce.
Bornith finally finished packing and we started on our journey. Before leaving the valley we stopped to visit all of Rainith’s friends, but none of them have seen her in weeks. One of her friends said that Rainith seemed quieter than usual lately and when she did speak it was often of seeing the world beyond Imladris. This was news to me, I had always assumed that Rainith was, like me, content to live here in the beautiful valley. All of our needs and wants were fufilled here, and there were stories of the dangers out of the outside that quite frankly scared me. She never once indicated to me that she wished to leave, being only twenty years apart we’d always been quite close, but I guess you can never really know a person.
It is good to be on the move. Even though I am a bit nervous about what we’ll find outside the valley, the feeling of impatience that I’ve had for the past week has disappeared. Last night I slept well. The only dreams were of happier days when Rainith and I would play games together. I dreamt of playing hide and seek, one of Rainith’s favorite games. I dreamt of us sitting by the river talking of our dreams and finding pictures in the clouds. I woke feeling refreshed and confident that our search would be fruitful.
One of the last friends we visited with gave me a small painting she had made of Rainith to take with me. She felt that it would be helpful on our search if we were able to show people a picture of my dear sister, rather than relying on a verbal description. The painting is exquisitely done, a true likeness. I will be glad to have this painting should the worst come to pass.
Tomorrow we should reach Thorenhad. I hope she has just decided to stay there for the nonce.
