This is the diary of Daeron, who loved Lúthien daughter of Thingol and
Melian. I have not put in dates as I haven't looked up the year in which it
took place, I might put them in later. A space means that he has changed
the day. This is my first fic of this type, so please be understanding. And
please REVIEW! I'd prefer not to hear that the story is horrible, but if
that is the best you can come up with, then I do want to hear it.
Disclaimer thing: I'm not exactly sure of the correct form for this disclaimer, so I'll just copy what I've seen done (and what I have done on my other "poems"). I do not own any of these characters that Daeron speaks of in his diary. (It's kind of odd to think of a man writing in a diary, but I guess it's done!) I don't own Daeron either; I'm just renting his thoughts for a while. And one last thing, I don't claim to either write as well as J.R.R. Tolkien, or to write the story as he would have, but its fun to try!
Diary of Daeron
I write this journal for Lúthien, daughter of Ilúvatar, most fair among the elven maidens. The thing, which I most long for, is her love, but that will never be. I can only hope that one day, she will read these pages that I write and then weep for me, for unless I cannot help myself, she will never know of my love for her.
Lúthien, sweet Lúthien, do you not see that I love you? Can you not feel my passion for you radiating around you? Oh, wise daughter of Thingol and Melian, do you not understand the simple riddles, which I weave into my songs and entwine in the tunes, all of them declaring my love to you? Ah, woe, is me! For I love, but cannot declare it! I desire, but am forbidden to quench it.
Today, we met in the halls of Lúthien's mighty father. She spoke to me for the first time in what seems to me to be years. She says I have changed. Changed, I wonder? Yes, I have changed. My childhood fondness for her has turned to the deepest love. My admiration of her beauty has turned to worship. Before I would have given much to place one kiss on her fair hand, now I would die for the chance to plant my lips on a place on which her precious foot has trodden.
Alas, she has met a mortal, and he has stolen her heart. Beren is his name. A new name he has given to her. Tinúviel he calls her, Nightingale, daughter of twilight. He calls her this and she lets him. Well, I say she be more akin to Arien, guider of the Sun. For she is my Sun, and without her, all is dark.
They continue to meet in secret, the mortal bearer of despair and fair child of elves, and I watch it. To see their happiness together pains me more than an arrow through the heart. My songs have been sad of late, for I have not the spirit to sing of joy. I can only hope that she will notice my despair and then provide a chance to declare my love to her. Wait.I have sworn to myself to keep to secrecy. Alas, that I had not done so!
I can bear no longer to watch in silence this Beren and my Lúthien. Alongside the bliss, there is doom in their eyes, I can see it and it drives my heart to anguish. I must go to Thingol, king, and reveal what I have witnessed. Ah! Lúthien Tinúviel, my Arien, forgive me for what I am about to do!
~Well, that is all I have right now. I'll write more later! I hope you liked it! Again, please review if you read it, no matter what your opinion is! (If you don't like please tell me why!) Thanks for reading! *The Lady Shieldmaiden*
Disclaimer thing: I'm not exactly sure of the correct form for this disclaimer, so I'll just copy what I've seen done (and what I have done on my other "poems"). I do not own any of these characters that Daeron speaks of in his diary. (It's kind of odd to think of a man writing in a diary, but I guess it's done!) I don't own Daeron either; I'm just renting his thoughts for a while. And one last thing, I don't claim to either write as well as J.R.R. Tolkien, or to write the story as he would have, but its fun to try!
Diary of Daeron
I write this journal for Lúthien, daughter of Ilúvatar, most fair among the elven maidens. The thing, which I most long for, is her love, but that will never be. I can only hope that one day, she will read these pages that I write and then weep for me, for unless I cannot help myself, she will never know of my love for her.
Lúthien, sweet Lúthien, do you not see that I love you? Can you not feel my passion for you radiating around you? Oh, wise daughter of Thingol and Melian, do you not understand the simple riddles, which I weave into my songs and entwine in the tunes, all of them declaring my love to you? Ah, woe, is me! For I love, but cannot declare it! I desire, but am forbidden to quench it.
Today, we met in the halls of Lúthien's mighty father. She spoke to me for the first time in what seems to me to be years. She says I have changed. Changed, I wonder? Yes, I have changed. My childhood fondness for her has turned to the deepest love. My admiration of her beauty has turned to worship. Before I would have given much to place one kiss on her fair hand, now I would die for the chance to plant my lips on a place on which her precious foot has trodden.
Alas, she has met a mortal, and he has stolen her heart. Beren is his name. A new name he has given to her. Tinúviel he calls her, Nightingale, daughter of twilight. He calls her this and she lets him. Well, I say she be more akin to Arien, guider of the Sun. For she is my Sun, and without her, all is dark.
They continue to meet in secret, the mortal bearer of despair and fair child of elves, and I watch it. To see their happiness together pains me more than an arrow through the heart. My songs have been sad of late, for I have not the spirit to sing of joy. I can only hope that she will notice my despair and then provide a chance to declare my love to her. Wait.I have sworn to myself to keep to secrecy. Alas, that I had not done so!
I can bear no longer to watch in silence this Beren and my Lúthien. Alongside the bliss, there is doom in their eyes, I can see it and it drives my heart to anguish. I must go to Thingol, king, and reveal what I have witnessed. Ah! Lúthien Tinúviel, my Arien, forgive me for what I am about to do!
~Well, that is all I have right now. I'll write more later! I hope you liked it! Again, please review if you read it, no matter what your opinion is! (If you don't like please tell me why!) Thanks for reading! *The Lady Shieldmaiden*