Loor's adventures in The Siege Of Mirkwood [Prolouge]

Dear Dairy, I am in Lothlorien, Galadriel's garden to be exact. The excitement for war has overwhelmed me, but how can I be excited by knowing people will die in this Siege? *There seems to be pen marks scribbled over this part, as if Loor was moving and the pen was rubbing off the page* It is nightfall, something odd has just happened. I saw a flock of birds flying high in the sky, they had flown from Southern Mirkwood, as far as my eyes could see. Could they be spies? I think I should become more relaxed, although, how can one relax when war is at our door step. Sometimes I don't know how to cope with the stress, but I must hide it, I don't want to let my people down, or give off the impression that I fear the enemy. I can hear the sounds of archers, releasing their bows, practising their aim. I can hear Elves, striking their sword through the air, and at another fellow elf for practise. All of these sounds are making me nervous. I doubt I will sleep tonight, knowing that a few hours away we'll be setting foot in Dol Guldur. The shadow of the enemy is.. well, overpowering to say the least. It has been glooming over Lothlorien nearly all week. I don't know diary, perhaps things will improve, but then again we have not even began the war, so I doubt it'll improve. All we have for now is hope.. hope and courage! Nothing Truly Ends. Túrindriel [Sindarin] Loor.