Amorith

After some peaceful years in Imladris, I finally have settled down, and feel one with the environment around me. I do sense I am calm and relaxed.
Many tests has been given to me during the years, and many thoughts has darkened my mind. The strange song that has filled my heart and infested my clear thoughts, has been a burden to me for so many years, but now this song has left me, and I feel glad and peaceful..

I am aware of the darkness stirring in the east, but our time has soon come to leave Middle Earth. I feel it deep inside.

Eovina smiles and takes out her diary from the bookcase. She picks up a pen. With the diary under her arm, she goes out to the garden and sits on the bench.

                                                                  Dear diary

This song I remember my Mother sang for me, when I was a little child..

Often when I ride around the Vale..I can hear the song even if she is not around... It always remind me of her, but also how special we are...and how gifted and blessed I am to be the person that I am...My mother always reminded me about that.. I was never allowed to have low thoughts of myself, nor was I allowed to take my surroundings for granted..

Little has changed in the Vale since we returned; many come and go all with purpose in their step. For now we remain here my Father has been and gone, speaking to both Amorith and myself, he was visibly happy which only encouraged me all the more. His gift to Amorith was precious indeed, the cloak of my Mother, Alatariel. He has held onto it since that terrible time, a reminder to him both bitter and sweet. Nevertheless for him to pass it on as a gift to my Lady was finer than any gem or jewel anyone could find.

I write this as we return from Falathorn heading back to the Vale of Imladris, not quite what I expected, but a welcome diversion from where we thought we were headed.
Whence we received the invitations to Bar-en-Vanimars great ball we elected to make the most of the journey and spend good time in and around Celondim and Falathorn. The Ball as expected was a grand occasion seeing old friends and making new one's is never a bad thing!

...he took my hands, they were warm and he held them steadfast like it was for the last time.
His eyes never looked so clear and deep blue before,  and his face looked so soft under this red sky that colored the water red behind us... The tree branches made a soothing sound that built up a tension in the air. I felt slightly uncomfortable and a little nervous...

He began to speak....prepared words that felt so formal and serious. What did he want?