My Journal
Graewon 12, 2946
As this is my first journal, I have no idea what to record. It was given me that I may have a private place to record my thoughts and feelings. I had best start by describing myself. I believe that I am plain and simple, with my dark brown eyes, and jet-black hair. Yet, in reality, I fool only myself. As an elvish princess, I am naturally supposed to be beautiful. But when I was born, I exceeded all hopes. My mother, Melian, described me as the most perfect child ever.
Already I have loosed my secret. I am an elvish princess, and I am expected to be the most fought-over princess in elvish history. My father, His Majesty King Thingol, already spends hours daily poring over requests for my hand in marriage. Many my mother turns down before it ever is sent to my Father. Yet, of those that pass my mother's test, few pass my father's, and even fewer are summoned to an audience with my parents.
I once attended these meetings, but no more. For my heart has already been won, but not by elf. Indeed, my heart has been given to mortal man. I deem it safe to write all my secrets here, and that only is why I write of this here. If my father were to find out, I would be cast from his presence, never to be seen by him again. Still, I would endure it, if only he would let me give myself to this man.
As I look back over what I have written, I see that I have not even mentioned my name. I am Princess Lomeanor Comeance Luthien Tinuviel III. I am privileged by a caring mother and lenient father. If not for them, I would never have met this man. It is they who allow me to dance in the woods, ride through fields on my horse, Asfaloth, and to sing through the rivers and streams. The birds and beasts are my friends. No living being would dare to harm me. It was on one of my visits to my favorite animals, a doe I have named Arwen and her fawn, that I met this man. I must tell you that Tinuviel is not part of my given name. He added it, or I added it after he called me by it.
I will describe him; he was tall, and he seemed valiant, that was the air he put off. His eyes must have once been very beautiful, if beautiful is the word. They seemed sea grey, but they were dead looking-as if he had suffered much tribulation.
As I am now being summoned to my father's presence, I must cease writing and depart to the throne room. I will write more on the morrow. Graewon 13 I shall pick up here I last left off. As I was summoned into my father's presence, I saw my childhood friend, Lynamm, there. I was shocked, for I knew that his presence could only have one meaning. Correct I was, and Father told me, "Lynamm has asked for your hand, and I approve him." I saw my mother frown, and I thought I knew why. His mother-sister had served as a handmaiden to my mother. I believed that my Mother thought he was below me.
There was much dispute that followed. Finally, Lynamm interrupted my parents saying, "Let her Highness, the princess, decide." I was shocked, but I finally managed, "Please allow me three days to consider this matter in its fair devices" So I am now allotted three days to decide my fate.
Graewon 12, 2946
As this is my first journal, I have no idea what to record. It was given me that I may have a private place to record my thoughts and feelings. I had best start by describing myself. I believe that I am plain and simple, with my dark brown eyes, and jet-black hair. Yet, in reality, I fool only myself. As an elvish princess, I am naturally supposed to be beautiful. But when I was born, I exceeded all hopes. My mother, Melian, described me as the most perfect child ever.
Already I have loosed my secret. I am an elvish princess, and I am expected to be the most fought-over princess in elvish history. My father, His Majesty King Thingol, already spends hours daily poring over requests for my hand in marriage. Many my mother turns down before it ever is sent to my Father. Yet, of those that pass my mother's test, few pass my father's, and even fewer are summoned to an audience with my parents.
I once attended these meetings, but no more. For my heart has already been won, but not by elf. Indeed, my heart has been given to mortal man. I deem it safe to write all my secrets here, and that only is why I write of this here. If my father were to find out, I would be cast from his presence, never to be seen by him again. Still, I would endure it, if only he would let me give myself to this man.
As I look back over what I have written, I see that I have not even mentioned my name. I am Princess Lomeanor Comeance Luthien Tinuviel III. I am privileged by a caring mother and lenient father. If not for them, I would never have met this man. It is they who allow me to dance in the woods, ride through fields on my horse, Asfaloth, and to sing through the rivers and streams. The birds and beasts are my friends. No living being would dare to harm me. It was on one of my visits to my favorite animals, a doe I have named Arwen and her fawn, that I met this man. I must tell you that Tinuviel is not part of my given name. He added it, or I added it after he called me by it.
I will describe him; he was tall, and he seemed valiant, that was the air he put off. His eyes must have once been very beautiful, if beautiful is the word. They seemed sea grey, but they were dead looking-as if he had suffered much tribulation.
As I am now being summoned to my father's presence, I must cease writing and depart to the throne room. I will write more on the morrow. Graewon 13 I shall pick up here I last left off. As I was summoned into my father's presence, I saw my childhood friend, Lynamm, there. I was shocked, for I knew that his presence could only have one meaning. Correct I was, and Father told me, "Lynamm has asked for your hand, and I approve him." I saw my mother frown, and I thought I knew why. His mother-sister had served as a handmaiden to my mother. I believed that my Mother thought he was below me.
There was much dispute that followed. Finally, Lynamm interrupted my parents saying, "Let her Highness, the princess, decide." I was shocked, but I finally managed, "Please allow me three days to consider this matter in its fair devices" So I am now allotted three days to decide my fate.