*A/N* This is my 2 fanfic, so tell me what you think. It's kind of different from the Lord of the Rings stuff you're used to, so I hope you don't mind! It starts off slow at first, but it gets better, I promise. -Alodia



Dear Diary,

Hello. I am 680 years of age, and am named Suntharise Miamle Forsuferen, after my dearest Grandmother. And you, Diary, were a gift from her.

Allow me to explain how you came into my hands…

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It started out a wonderful spring morning in the East of Mirkwood, and I woke up early. The sun was just rising, and I watched the sparkles of pink, purple, and gold expand from the horizon from my perch on the balcony of my bedchambers. I heard a faint rustle and turned to see my Grandmother standing in the doorway, the white linen curtains billowing in the cool morning breeze. Her eyes looked somewhat pained, and I wondered what about.

"Grandmother," I had asked. "Why do you look anguished so?"

She replied to me, "Suntharise, my time has come, and I just wanted to see my favorite little elf again. Or should I say, my growing one," she added. At first I didn't understand, and then it dawned on me.

"No!" I had cried, rushing to embrace her. You see, Diary, even though we elves are immortal, after awhile, it is possible that we may fade away. You can feel it start to happen, and that's what my Grandmother meant.

She had then taken me into her warm, comforting arms, allowing my tears of sorrow to flow upon her. "No, you can't leave me!" I begged. I do not have many strong ties with the elves here, and Grandmother was one of the few, which consisted of Arian (my best friend), Cornalith (a guy friend), Morfaun (my sister), and Rusono (also a guy friend). So, as you can see, my list grows shorter and the loss of my Grandmother would be devastating.

"Oh, my beloved granddaughter, do not be dismayed," she had said. "May the Valar grant it, I shall return." I lifted my head to look into her warm, aged eyes. They told me not to be worried, but to be grateful for the times that we had spent together. Grandmother had wiped away my tears with her thumb and caressed my face.

"Suntharise, my time grows short," she had explained to me. "Please do not fret and let me leave in worry of you." I then did my best to conceal the hurt and sadness from her, and it must have worked, for the tension in her body eased. "Now, Lathamin my flower, after I am gone, go into my bedchamber and fetch a letter from a chest. From there you will know what to do." She had then given me a weak smile. "Now come, time is precious, and we must do other deeds."