Norliriel

Dear Diary: I Never Thought I'd Need So Many People

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Diary

Dearest Themodir --

Do you remember that day, where you are now? It is five years since that terrible day. So little time, merely an eyeblink. 

I remember it exactly. I do not know why, but I was wearing a white dress with matching roses in my hair. I think I must have been looking forward to your arrival home from the mountain assignment. A simple supply run, you said. 

A test of spear, or wisdom?

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Nandutiriel did not need to keep watch over her sleeping comrades -- not even the gentle ones, híril Norliriel and the mysterious Elloen -- for plenty of sentinels with bows, even at night, peered down hawkishly and roamed the stones of Echad Mirobel.

Yet she could no more have rested than she could have flapped her arms and flown like Elloen's beautiful white eagle. Her mind was awhirl.

Letter To Lord Anglachelm

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Greetings my Lord Anglachelm,

I would like you to know that we wish to take a journey to Eregion for a few reasons for what has transpired in the past few days. One is Lady Himwen wishing to train her recruits there. The other is quite personal to me.

Relics?

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After a meeting about letting the house of Feamiril out to Vanimar, lord Anglachelm, Feamiril, lady Manadhlaer, Norliriel, Fingwe and Tingruviel all witnessed a message delivered by one of Sorontars owls. Finally, some news!!

The Colour Red

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I heard a knock on my door and when I opened it, my uncle Fëamíril was behind it since he had finally arrived from Lothlórien. We has down for a cup of tea and to talk about a thing or few. He asked me why I hadn’t painted for such a long time, but the reason it something that I’m not willing to openly admit yet. ”I need more pratise,” I answered. ”No artist is truly ever finished and perfect.” It was vague, but it was also true and something that I believed in, also for myself.

A Rare Moment of Soil and Bliss

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Manadhlaer, Lady of the Order of the Pillar and of the Houses of Healing, looked most unladylike as she crawled on all fours around her garden. Indeed, dirty as she was, she would have resembled a giant shrew at a distance, had she a tail. As she was not so endowed, she merely resembled a garden-variety gardener as she crawled around her yard, making sure that each precious athelas start got its grip in the rich Imladris soil. Someone drawing near would have heard her humming an unmistakably lovely tune they had not heard before.

The Memory Seed: A Song, A Dream, A Silver Swan

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Diary

Diary, Diary, Diary. I have so much to explain.

Through the yéni, the Vanyar and others have nurtured a song that, when sung to one asleep, heals the fëa through dreams. One travels, often in the form of an animal -- some soar as eagles, or even sea-birds as if they had taken form like Elwing. And one sees, or does not. One looks upon Valinor. 

So it was that I loosed my girdle, unlocked the door to my house, and lay down in bed to let my mind wander. I had one question in mind, and only one.

On the Virtues of Lady Norliriel, and My Debt to Her

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Diary

Ah, my Diary!

Today was the begetting-day of Lady Norliriel. Of Norlië. Of the intimate name, referring to her inward fire, that is so secret I have only blurted it out -- can it be more than once? I now think it is only once -- in front of Lady Elvealin and my wandering, sometimes Houses-helper younger kinsman Meluilindelë. And it was then that I had cause to fear for her life, and I knew so.

The What of the What Now?

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Diary

Well, Diary, this is a bit of a turn-up.

I am falling to pattern again, and neglecting you on the calm, ordinary days when all I do is count bandages and listen to the singing birds outside my window. It is only on the days that are particularly strange that I seem to turn to you, and for this I apologize.

Preparing

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Diary

Dear Diary,

I have neglected you so. But things have happened, many strange and perhaps terrible yet wonderful.

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