Kept Outside

March 23, 2009

Hello, everyone.  Mother, Father.  My friends.  All of you.

I am writing to you from directly outside of Lórien.  See how beautiful it is, even here, the forest outside Lórien lit by the moon and lantern light.  It is calm, and relatively comfortable, for a mere campsite for those who may not enter the wood. I stopped for but a moment to change my clothes and make myself presentable.  And then, excited to return home, I entered Lothlórien.

…And then you, my own people, struck me down as an outsider – an enemy – as I entered our woods.  An arrow was let fly and lodged in my shoulder, and a second nearly missed my back as I tried to get away. Nearly incapacitated by the wound, I crossed the river to safety, and Thalya dressed my injury. I am in shock.

You know me.  I am Valaraen Avariquen, daughter of Valaríon and Alatháriël.  I am known within this wood, my family is known within this wood, as well as Mirkwood to the south, and Rivendell to the west.  Have you put into exile my family?

It is incredibly painful to write this letter – emotionally and phsyically.

I left with your unconditional love and support.  But now, upon my return, I was shot by my own kinsmen. If my family and friends – my own people – will not welcome me back to my own home with open arms… Perhaps I shall find someone who will welcome me to theirs.  

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The Flooded Treasury

March 1, 2009

My greetings from the very depths of Moria.  The last days have been exhausting, and I know not how long I have been awake.  I cannot sleep – the things I have seen recently are indelible, and I am reeling in a state of numb, lasting terror.  A group of my allies gathered, some days ago, to assist the dwarves.  They asked our assistance in finding the path through a flooded treasury, where they believe a legendary artifact of their kind has been sealed away.

I stood ready with Thalya, our allies Rootbeeriel and Xevian, and her husband Trodomir the Dwarf.  I have not asked and will not ask why this marriage has occurred, but I am rather shocked, to be honest.  With no time to consider this odd pairing, we descended the stairs.

We made our way through icy water waist high into caverns full of spine-chilling creatures. Huge toads, hordes of esurient insects and their hive queen, and a horrifying sight that made my blood run cold: a monstrous spider, surrounded by a legion of skittering arachnids.  They all fell lifeless before us, eventually, and we arrived at the vault of this ancient treasury, thinking our duty was done.

But from the pool of water flooding the vault erupted a immeasurably massive, terrifying creature – the Watcher.  Standing our ground against this unspeakably evil being seemed hopeless, but through almost unbelievable strength and courage somehow drove it back into the water from whence it came.

The ordeal was over, and I now write to you, safely within the walls of the underground fortress of the dwarves.  I wish you all well, and am thankful that you are safely away from here.

Namárië.

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