"Do not take life without need," cautioned Áine. "Succumbing to blood lust will only lead one down the path of darkness and evil."

'This were no mere cave: it were a grotto. It were green and teemin' with life. So deep were the grotto that Beannaithe walked several minutes before she finally found its end.' 

There Beannaithe found a strange woman. Blue she were, and stern of countenance. Her dress seemed as it were covered in fishes' scales.'

And now....it has been two days. Marawendi hovers outside her house. She is very concerned. I have told Fearane to make sure her Wood Elf friend does not try to help. There is naught she can do. There is naught any of us can do until he regains a measure of control. 

They hear bottles and ornaments smashing. They hear furniture being thrown against plastered walls. They hear his cries, his anger.

I hear his anguish. My heart is torn asunder at what I have done.

The second set of images I have happened some few years later. It was after Dol Guldur, after I had left Imladris to attend my injured Grandmother at the coast. It was after we had sought each other out again, and indeed, finally understood that we wanted to be together. It was at Numenstaya, the home and sanctuary we were building, with aid from some others. 

Was it actually a wrecking or merely an 'accident'. Whatever it was, I was again unintentionally the cause. Or perhaps it was 'we'?

Rarely do Estarfin and I argue. We disagree, of course, and on several matters, but we trust each other, and can usually reconcile any issue through talking together. I trust him. But sadly there have been times when I have inadvertently hurt him. It has never, ever been something deliberate, for he means more to me than my very life. I hope, I believe, he understands that.