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[07 Mar 2004|11:04pm] |
There are many days when i wish i was back home, back in Aman, still studying under the golden boughs of Lorien, relishing the gentle teaching of the Maiar and Valar. But i am not. This new land brings evil into my kindred. Whispers of murder, of a fiend within our own midst. Is this the Doom Mandos foretold there upon the boarder of the Wastelands of Araman? Is this our doom, to sink to a level in which we cannot trust another? This is a sorry day for the Firstborn, for the first step to depravement has hesitently been taken. I pray it is the last, for the sake of those that follow us.
Elenrana closes her journal with a small sigh, looking out towards the stars.
Senseless murder...why?
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[31 Jan 2004|01:31pm] |
Elenrana brushes her long black hair before the mirror with a small sigh.
There is never a slow day in Gondolin. Rumors fly, things happen; and yet through it all, i remain untouched. Sometimes i wish i did not have this ability to cut myself off from everything and everyone.
Her lips lift a bit, staring off into the distance at the stars.
These past few days have been a whirlwind though. New faces, new people, new interests...
Elenrana stands, going to the window and leaning over to stare at the stars, the same stars that somewhere across the Sea, her sister looked at also. She picks up her journal.
Sunrise comes to start the day again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello
I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to
Hello
If i smile and dont believe
Soon i know i'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me i'm not broken
Hello, i'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Dont cry
Suddenly i know i'm not sleeping
Hello, i'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
Elenrana glances up as the first rays of sunlight peer over the mountains.
I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday.
With that she rises to begin the new day.
( ooc )
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[04 Jan 2004|12:20am] |
Elenrana sighs, leaning over a large volume. A pale finger idly trails under the line she is reading. Her other hand furiously writes notes into a small journal. She flicks her eyes back and forth, before turning to glance at the morning light with a groan.
Morning already? I am not even half-way through this.
With a despondent sigh, she places a marker in where she is leaving off at. She undoes her long black hair, before twisting it into a tighter bun. She casts aside her robes, donning fresh ones.
Another day begins.
Elenrana makes a face.
And mine torture hast begun. Let me venture out and see what it holds other than lonliness and well, lonliness.
Elenrana shrugs.
Ah, tis my cup and burden to bear. To live my life is to be alone.
With that she exits the room towards the breakfast hall.
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