The Diary of Lord Elrond Half-Elven of Imladris in the Years 2509- 2510 of the Third Age.
Chapter 1
30/12/2509
Dear Diary,
Ever since that accursed orc attack Celebrían has been quiet, too quiet. Sometimes it's as if she simply isn't in the room. I am working day and night to help her recover from her ordeal, with only desperation left to fuel what little strength I have in reserve. I have healed her physical wounds but in spite of my doing everything I possibly can I cannot restore her peace of mind, cannot erase the hideous memories that plague her every waking- and sleeping- moments.
Celebrían continues to tense and flinch whenever I so much as enter the same room as her; I am afraid the dreaded Elven-Sickness may begin to claim her if she shows no sign of improvement soon. She is so weak now- refusing the energy I send her via our bond. There is a chance, Eru forbid it, that my wife is already fading, attempting to join Mandos in his halls without telling anyone until she is too far gone to help; the Doomsman's call to strong to resist. If this is the case then Celebrían is hiding her ailment extremely well indeed.
The Valar help me if she leaves, or… no. I will not allow that to happen.
Elrond