December 25, 2941 T.A.
Today marks midwinter. I spent it by myself under the stars, somewhere between Lorien and Rohan. I am alone on a vast plain, and it is so dark I cannot tell where the earth ends and the sky begins. The stars are out, but there is no moon to guide me. I do not know where I am. I have no bed. I have no friend; I have not spoken to another soul in almost a month's time. Midwinter is a time of friendship, joy, and feasting, but today I have never felt more alone in all my life. Yes, tonight I walk in starlight, but it is in this world, while you are in the next. You are far away from me. You are further from me than the east is from the west, further from me than the stars are from the stones.
I called your name once, in the darkness, when no one could hear me. I can't help hoping that somewhere, wherever you are, you can still hear me.
Wish you were here,
Tauriel.