The rain was easing up,and the sun had lit up the sky enough to shine an early morrow over Annúminas. This night, the invading forces had crushed the stand that the wardens and rangers had made.

For a time there was darkness.

I found the bird. The bird found me. It led me to a man, who led me to a mansion. A woman there promised to help me, to rid me of the voices.

The man led me down, down into the darkness. He chained me to a wall there. I know not why. He said it would help. It did not. I hung there in the blackness. No windows, no no candles, no light. Blackness and silence.

Here's a song about some flowers
Growing with each springtime shower
They bring fresh colours each new hour
Red and pink and yellow and blue
All paint the fields with lovely hues

Bluebells, Bluebottles, so much blue!
They sparkle with fresh morning dew
Blue petalled faces smile for you
Rubbing gently against your feet
Blue woodland carpets smell so sweet

((OOC: This is taken directly from the chat transcript, so not up to a higher standard of literature :) I have edited out irrelevant /say and /emote as well as removed a bit of cross conversation. This only reflects the main part of her speech, and is therefore not complete - there were more people present, and quite a bit more /emoting going on than you see here.