||[Mar. 10th, 2004|09:27 pm]
Veiled words, saying things we do not really mean... what has changed? Little indeed. And yet much.
I am different, and so is she. I can hardly believe it - a teacher? Eamane? Not to be unkind, but I never believed she'd have the patience. Yes, she has changed, subtly, and I hope when I looked into her eyes to see if she had bonded during our years of separation, she thought nothing of it, or dismissed it as mere polite curiosity.
And what have I done this last century? Many things. There are few students to teach now, for our race is no longer in its youth, and I do not believe there will be many more Noldor born in Middle-Earth. I have devoted myself to my studies, to books, slowly becoming wiser and more sage as the years went by. Supposedly. I have not travelled, nor have I needed to, as the world is growing dark and fell outside our bright valley and we do not venture out unnecessarily. My life has been quiet, uncomplicated, until now.
Ai, what is happening to me? Must I go to pieces every time I am reminded of some element of my past?