Imladris

High in the skies over the valley of Imladris, the sun cast its warming rays over the valley. Within that valley, of course, the infamous house of Elrond, and not far from it, the buildings used by the Grey Repository. And there, within a small guest room, a figure, distinctly female, stirred as it awoke from slumber. The Woman, known to some by the name of Erinwyn, looked sleepily around the finely crafted and decorated room, rubbing her eyes through the gentle use of the index finger and thumb of her right hand. Attempting so, to gain some of her senses.

The Eldar, friends to Mankind. The shame to the firstborn. 

Is that how I should see them? Perhaps, for they who side with the mortals are fools. Should I still trust them, eventhough I know who they side with? A question that has been bothering me for a long time. The tongue of Mankind can be venomous and they are out to poison our minds like they have poisoned the Eldar.

She walks barefoot over the lawn. To my eyes it seems that the grass itself leans towards her, yearning for the blessing touch of her feet. I cannot keep my gaze away from this dreamlike figure, breathing in the real world before me. Nor can I look over-long into the radiance of her face. I hover in a twilight of wanting and running. What she is, and what that means in the world, is too great for me today.

Once I went out on a merchant ship. A useful exercise for any of our family, even the girls, my grandfather said. Two days were enough for a child of the groves like me. Before we were out of sight of the land a summer squall blew up. The ship pitching and yawing. 

Here I sit again in Imladris, my Lady sat not far from me.. glancing at her.. while she reads and writes.. the beauty she has is the reason poetry and song was formed.. to help describe in words what cannot be seen by the eye.. it is easy to find solice and contentment here in Imladris.. but as time presses ever onwards.. the call to step out again draws near..