She haunts our steps. The day she disappeared. Christmas in the mortal's calendars. She could have been great as any of us. We taunted her, not all of us, but Thranduil did and a couple of the powerful nobles. But we didn't wish for her to die. Or to live long years in despair, loneliness and shunned. Without her people. *Sighs* It should have been her kingdom. Theirs. Together. We keep her in our hearts and the young ones always try to find her in us. The only elf so powerful, to disappear without any hint of leaving. But then again she wasn't an elf. But SHE WAS ONE OF US! She would have been a queen. But the hearts of men are weak and easily corrupted. And her disaperence sent rumors beyond count our way. We knew of a human in Gondor with her name, with green eyes, brown hair. But Margurite had been named Margurite on purpose. A popular human name. And too many of Gondor's people had the same hair and eye colors…
Note: Passages in italics are not part of Margurite's diary. I would like to say I enjoy writing this story. Which means, that just because it isn't exactly as Tolkien write things I try to make it atleast in the spirit of Middle-earth. I will be updating the next chapter soon.
