The Sorrow of the Firstborn weighs heavily within my own heart

It is as if a mighty weight of lead ore has filled my heart! Losing them has been the greatest sorrow of my life so far, and how I do long for the tender touch and the stern but kind wisdoms that sustained me as I grew and matured into the elf maiden that now resides within my being. They sailed..yes, sailed into the west during the time that I was thought to be no more upon Middle Earth and their grief overcame them at news that their only daughter was no longer with them. My mother shed tears and my father rended his cloak in grief as they left,  How had I become lost? I fell from my horse while riding home to Caras Galadhon  in the Golden Wood. A young deer, perhaps eager to catch up with its mother had darted across the path and startled my poor steed, causing me to become unhorsed. I was knocked unconscious from my fall and must have lain upon the path for quite a time, as my next memory was of being abed and bandaged at the Last Homely House in Rivendell. I could neither speak nor did I have any memory of any of my past. Oh the Fates!! They dealt cruelly upon me, neither could I speak to tell them my name nor could I have remembered it had I thus been able to speak. Amnesia and a concussion played their part and thus was I left for a time bereft of myself and without account of family. As I later learned, a thorough search of the wood was done. My horse returned to the stable but no sign of me was found and thus my disappearance was thought to be the foul deeds of Orc raiders. Why did they sail into the west? I miss them so very much and I long for someone to belong to once more. The lump in my heart weighs heavily without love........