Echuir, ochui 'wirith - gevaith* laew
So spring has finally come again with the singing of birds, beasts and elves! The bare trees have begun to weave their green raiment again, and flowers are sprouting from the earth, like a rainbow of stars underneath the lengthening sun. I have spent most of my time outside, wandering on the girth of arousing splendour, and I have sung many songs that seems to sprout within my heart as the leaves on the trees. I am surrounded by friends that loves me, in a world sprouting wonderful viridity. I love spring.
I have nearly finished Narn Anor ah Ithil. Presently am I deciding which historic events to include after the rising of the moon and the coming of the Ódhellim from Valinór. I do not want to write another lament; this poem shall be sung in music of faith, hope and love - a worthy praise to the Valar who gave us light! We are all children of this world and its light, and even if our spirits might linger beyond, this is where we are destined to spend our days of youth. Our perceptions and our sensations are made firm here, and this is where we learn about love and compassion. Underneath the stars and the silvery moon and golden sun, I cannot think of a more beautiful place to dwell. So this tale shall concern the birth of the light that we presently know, and I want even the Vanimar to look upon me and hear my words and smile in distant, evocative joy. I will seize their thought and twist it if I must!
Yesterday, Mirineth organized a party, as she so often does, and she has finally done something to her hair. It is as if she acquainted an accomplished hairdresser or at least found a hairbrush, because she has put up her previously so tangled hair and it suits her very well! I hope she'll keep it that way, because she deserves not to look any less sophisticated. Oh, and what she wore was as beautiful as always and the vivid colours were very well chosen, like a spirit of fire in early spring! I do wish I owned half her wardrobe...
Many came to the gathering and there was much dancing, reciting of poems and many other performances! Ithilthalion and Gwilwileth wasn't there, but I met Galvathalion, Celebhir and many others. I did not perform myself, but I had so much fun dancing and Ornar impressed me: he is swift on his feet. We danced until late midnight.
I still do not know what to think about Galvathalion. He is very kind and in many ways like me. I do like him, but I honestly do not know. It feels almost as if he is my brother, though there exists no such bond. It is a weird sensation that I cannot place... but regardless of what he has told me, he is among my closest of friends.
I lie now in my bed in Imladris. Just a moment ago, I spoke to Celebhir for the first time in a very long time. I admire her for her courage and she must see so much of Ennorath while travelling with the Dûnedain. I did the terribly awkward mistake of assuming that the rumours concerning Celebhir and Araenion was true, which I so regret. I did ask her about it, but she frowned at me, and told me it was not true and that her parents is angry with her because of it. I have not before felt so terribly naive.
But we were not alone, and soon Mirineth and Aegledor spoke of matters that concerned it and it hurt me greatly. I tried to suppress it, I tried to sit quiet, but I couldn't. The thoughts of Lothlórien and the anticipated return, shook me from my illusion and shortly after Celebhir had left, I broke into tears and I reveled it to Aegledor. I really did try to suppress it, but it came with my tears. Adar a nana, goheno nín!
OOC: I am not sure about givaith. I derived it by appending -th to the verb, generating a noun, then pluralized: govad- (*to meet) > govath (*meeting) > gevaith (*meetings) . I didn't use the gerund form govaded because, as far as I know, it cannot be pluralized!
I think Celebhir wrote a response: check it out!
