The forging of the Morgul Blade

Night after night, it haunts my dreams, won't let me rest, won't let me sleep, need to escape it, I have tried to run, but it finds me wherever I turn, exhaustion pulls me down, can't give in, won't give in. Images run through my mind, things I knew, but could only bear if I did not see them, if they were not played out in front of my eyes again ( Read more... )

My dear brothers ( Read more... )

... one of doubt.

Who Would You Have Dinner With?I would like to sit down and share dinner with Luthien, my Foremother, who also gave up her immortal life for the love of a man. She is the only being to have gone through what I have gone through, and I am in desperate need of someone to talk to who will understand how I feel. It is said that I ( Read more... )

Two pages torn from a journal drift around the balcony Arwen had been sitting earlier. One written before her encounter with the ring, and one after. One of laughter ...

What Makes You Laugh?Ah, the answers to this question are easy ( Read more... )

After Russell's visit, I feel so much more ... ah ... relaxed. I think I'll sit and ponder on my missed journal entries. Who would I like to have dinner with, and what makes me laugh? Ah, both of these are easy to answer ...

Walking away from him was hard. All I wanted to do was stay curled in his arms, listening to his breathing, but I knew our time together here was short. The memory of the look on his face still makes me smile ( Read more... )

I have been neglecting my journal recently, and know I have entries that should be made, but have been a little distracted of late. I have come to realise that I need to see Russell again. He reminded me what it felt like to be wanted, to be desired, and I long to feel his hands on my skin once more. So, I have sent him an invitation, and hope ( Read more... )

It is a warm and pleasant day in Rivendell, so I have brought my journal outside to update ( Read more... )

It had been a while ( Read more... )