Graewon 14
What to do! I know now what my answer to Lynamm will be, but I regret telling him. Though I love Lynamm, it is only as a friend. What I need is a provider, someone who will take care of me and, eventually, my children. What I need I saw in that man. I name him Chawhoktomengro, which means 'One Who Stays Behind.'
His face haunts me, I can scarcely think of anything else. I know not his name, except for the one I have bestowed upon him. I need time to consider the request, so I shall write more on the morrow.
Graewon 15
I know his name! I came upon him whilst I was dancing. It is more plausible, though, that he came upon me. He heard my singing and came toward the sound of my voice. We sat and talked, and he told me that his name is Beren son of Barahir. We left each other with the promise to meet again tomorrow.
It is odd, though. I insisted that I would be missed, and so we left each other, but I thought I had heard something. I felt the presence of another. It may be the stress of having only one day left to decide if I am to marry Lynamm, but I sincerely believe that we were being watched.
Graewon 16
I have decided. I am not to marry Lynamm. My parents will be slightly upset, but nothing compared to what I know Lynamm would be feeling. He will think that I do not care for him, which I do; and he will think I care not for his feelings. Alas! If only he knew. He would not think me so unkind.or would he? He would most likely betray us to my father, if he knew.
Still, It is so pleasant to meet with Beren, but I feel guilty, as if I am betraying my father. Is this so? I wish you could talk, and tell me the answer. But no such an idea would be folly. Again I am being summoned to meet with my father. He awaits my answer. Good-bye.
Graewon 17
The meeting did not go as badly as I expected. It is true that Lynamm was truly crestfallen, and Mother and Father looked at me strangely. I fear that it shall be even longer now before I marry. Father will believe that I did not approve of Lynamm, who was his first choice.
I met with Beren again, and I truly believe that he is my sole confidante, and destined to be my soul mate. If only Father would allow it. But he has made a new decree. When this age ends, all of our kingdom will go to the Grey Havens, with Cirdan the Shipwright. Father would never allow it if I was the only elf in all our land that didn't go to Valinor Elvenhome.
On a lighter note, I am getting better at my doodles. I can now progress from only pencil and ink to more complicated media such as pastel, paints, and chalk. My Art in Nature instructor, Lady Kalay, says that, "Her Highness is not up to standard just yet, but she is rapidly improving. Give me just a bit more time, and I can shape her into a finely cut diamond."
Although I know it is quite unlikely, almost every time I leave the palace, I feel the presence of another. It worries me. It is now the hour of rest, so I must leave you. Namaarie.
Graewon 19
I once again met with Beren. We have found a beautiful, private stream at which we now meet. It runs through a small clearing, and is not easily accessible. It is very beautiful, and the animals are not afraid of him at all.
He, too, feels the presence of another when we meet. We are both growing anxious, for we know not what this other presence is. I gave my locket to him; the one my father gave me for my birthday. It was finely crafted, a small butterfly with diamond-studded wings. I told him that, "If ever you are in need of aid, send it to me and I will do all I am able."
Tonight is the royal banquet. I am to be present. It will be such fun! I am to choose my escort for the evening, and it is such fun to pretend to scrutinize each candidate. I already know that I am expected to choose either Sir Aradon, a young knight from my father's court, or Lord Daeron, the expected heir to a large fortune. Daeron also has great talent as a minstrel. Although they both thoroughly enchant me, I believe I will choose. Well, I don't know whom to choose. Tonight is going to be wonderful!
What to do! I know now what my answer to Lynamm will be, but I regret telling him. Though I love Lynamm, it is only as a friend. What I need is a provider, someone who will take care of me and, eventually, my children. What I need I saw in that man. I name him Chawhoktomengro, which means 'One Who Stays Behind.'
His face haunts me, I can scarcely think of anything else. I know not his name, except for the one I have bestowed upon him. I need time to consider the request, so I shall write more on the morrow.
Graewon 15
I know his name! I came upon him whilst I was dancing. It is more plausible, though, that he came upon me. He heard my singing and came toward the sound of my voice. We sat and talked, and he told me that his name is Beren son of Barahir. We left each other with the promise to meet again tomorrow.
It is odd, though. I insisted that I would be missed, and so we left each other, but I thought I had heard something. I felt the presence of another. It may be the stress of having only one day left to decide if I am to marry Lynamm, but I sincerely believe that we were being watched.
Graewon 16
I have decided. I am not to marry Lynamm. My parents will be slightly upset, but nothing compared to what I know Lynamm would be feeling. He will think that I do not care for him, which I do; and he will think I care not for his feelings. Alas! If only he knew. He would not think me so unkind.or would he? He would most likely betray us to my father, if he knew.
Still, It is so pleasant to meet with Beren, but I feel guilty, as if I am betraying my father. Is this so? I wish you could talk, and tell me the answer. But no such an idea would be folly. Again I am being summoned to meet with my father. He awaits my answer. Good-bye.
Graewon 17
The meeting did not go as badly as I expected. It is true that Lynamm was truly crestfallen, and Mother and Father looked at me strangely. I fear that it shall be even longer now before I marry. Father will believe that I did not approve of Lynamm, who was his first choice.
I met with Beren again, and I truly believe that he is my sole confidante, and destined to be my soul mate. If only Father would allow it. But he has made a new decree. When this age ends, all of our kingdom will go to the Grey Havens, with Cirdan the Shipwright. Father would never allow it if I was the only elf in all our land that didn't go to Valinor Elvenhome.
On a lighter note, I am getting better at my doodles. I can now progress from only pencil and ink to more complicated media such as pastel, paints, and chalk. My Art in Nature instructor, Lady Kalay, says that, "Her Highness is not up to standard just yet, but she is rapidly improving. Give me just a bit more time, and I can shape her into a finely cut diamond."
Although I know it is quite unlikely, almost every time I leave the palace, I feel the presence of another. It worries me. It is now the hour of rest, so I must leave you. Namaarie.
Graewon 19
I once again met with Beren. We have found a beautiful, private stream at which we now meet. It runs through a small clearing, and is not easily accessible. It is very beautiful, and the animals are not afraid of him at all.
He, too, feels the presence of another when we meet. We are both growing anxious, for we know not what this other presence is. I gave my locket to him; the one my father gave me for my birthday. It was finely crafted, a small butterfly with diamond-studded wings. I told him that, "If ever you are in need of aid, send it to me and I will do all I am able."
Tonight is the royal banquet. I am to be present. It will be such fun! I am to choose my escort for the evening, and it is such fun to pretend to scrutinize each candidate. I already know that I am expected to choose either Sir Aradon, a young knight from my father's court, or Lord Daeron, the expected heir to a large fortune. Daeron also has great talent as a minstrel. Although they both thoroughly enchant me, I believe I will choose. Well, I don't know whom to choose. Tonight is going to be wonderful!