Ever-flaming star

Essenya na Elenaria Cuthalion. Quettanya quenya. Greetings. I am lone elf in a mortal world, searching for my own Grey Havens. On a lonely isle I live, just outside a city girded by walls high and mighty, and in the forests I run, by the sea I walk, in the wind I read the change of seasons. This... could be a diary. A diary from my 3000-and-some years.

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Location: Imladris, Gotland, Sweden

Writing mainly for those that are not directly connected to my life. Trying to stay free without breaking important bonds. Will do close to anything for a chance to travel, and never ever quits dreaming.

Friday, April 08, 2005

A long welcome

I stood out among the others today, that I know. I believe I must have looked elegant. If I may say so, that skirt is my favourite one. It is too bad I do not use it very often.
In my opinion, the welcoming ceremony was unnecesary long. However, I greatly appreciated the music to which we were treated. The woman playing the violin is famous all over the known world ((Rie Nakajima)) and I believe the two instruments completed eachother very well.
Then was held a reception, during which I acquainted myself with some of my superiors. I believe this people to be a strange one, different to all others we know of. Their customs are not like those of other apanonar, yet also very unlike ours. Some things I find a difficulty adjusting to, others are very charming.

I have taken to retreating to the great library at times, since there is always quiet to be found and not many come here. I know I must soon put out the candle and return to my own room - I am sharing it with one of the horse-people called Tseegi - but I am reluctant to go. There is so much knowledge stored here, and the place is calm. Outside the windows I can see the mountaintops, covered in snow, and I think of home. It is a beautiful sight, however, I am glad that the sea is not far away. I know I will dream again tonight, of that quiet garden to where my soul is longing to rest. Yes, some day far from now.

The feeling of incompleteness does not leave me, though. Wolf, oh my wolf, how I wish for your presence.
A good night unto you all, spirits of the unknown. Carry my message to my love.

2 Comments:

Blogger Snowbear said...

How's the picture of you; on my site?

Wednesday, June 08, 2005 9:44:00 PM  
Blogger Elenaria Cúthalion ni Aesin said...

Works for me.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005 7:52:00 PM  

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