Mela en’ coiamin,

Spring has broken the pall of winter once again, and yet another year has passed since I have gazed on your glorious countenance or felt the exquisite harmonies of your music vibrate through my body.  In the eye of my soul, I can see your lissome body dancing gracefully across the glade amidst spring’s delicate beauty, lost among the sensual music as you cast your spell over my spirit again and again.  

As always, I try to find some excuse as to why most of these entries are written to my sister instead of to you.  One more time, I admit that it is much too painful to navigate these memories when it has been so long since we have been together, for my obsession has driven us to this long separation.      

It has been twenty cycles of the seasons since I left your side.  It matters not that we agreed that it was the dutiful choice, the correct choice, the choice the Valar had laid upon us both.  It matters less that many of the people have longer separations from loved ones, and that most have joyful reunions.  More years have passed during this interminable search and quest than the age of our childish selves when we first met over a century ago.  I hide in this decrepit village, the best village I have been too in these human lands and yet decrepit tonight, I hide in this room on this beauteous night and mourn the time we have lost and remonstrate with myself on feelings of doubt that I may never return.

Perhaps it is a time for regrets.  My lust for magical aid in this endless quest has caused me to take an action that should not have been taken, shocking someone who could have been a potential ally, even if it did grant me additional magical knowledge.  I miss your influence, and your soothing touch in helping me to curb my impulsiveness, which is amusing in its own right, given that I seem to be the voice of caution in these last days.  I regret that I have no inclination on how to move forward with this mission and thus no way to quickly return to your embrace.  It has been several long days since we fought the horde of goblins and saved the neighboring human village, and the area seems to be settling down into its normal sedate farming life and I feel the need to move on, but have no idea how to do so.

I will meditate longer this evening and eventually, hopefully, the reverie will return me to your side for a few short hours in order to provide a soothing balm to my spirit and in memory we will once again weave the lights of magic with poetry and song.
Mela alasse’ naarusa—–Elyrienne