[The many rivers and streams around Doriath seldom so much as slipped their banks let alone flooded before all came to ill. Whether that was their nature or her Queen had protected them from the rivers as well, Mithiel didn't know. The common elves were not really privy to such details even if now she thinks perhaps they should have been.

But her King and Queen had been wise and all-powerful. It had seemed fine, until it hadn't.

A soft sigh falls from her lips, bereft of all the words she might want to say or scream about because it was pointless and Set probably didn't want to hear it anyway.]

There was always chaos in the music that made us. Morgoth, once called Melkor, was there from the beginning. Or that is how the stories go. I suppose they could be lies as well. [They weren't. One thing a mere forest elf could understand just as well as a King was that Melkor was ancient and powerful in a way that could not be fully put into words.]

I am no scholar either, but I do know there has always been a lot of good in the world. Even in the time before the stars and before the sun or the moon took flight in the sky. There has always been hope. And always, a new day comes.