Making memories

Por fin tengo su firma!!
Ayer fui al centro de Belgrado, donde estaba Javir Sierra, firmando sus libros. Hay mas de un ano que yo lei La cena secreta. Es un libro fantastico!! Bueno, muchas gracias a senor Sierra por firmando me el libro, porque yo llege ahi justamente cuando el tenia que irse... Es un hombre muy amable y muy simpatico, ah, claro, y muy joben para un escritor... Bueno, resumen, me encanta!!
Aqui teneis su pagina oficial, si en caso alguien quiere ver.. http://english.javiersierra.com/index.php

First thing people usualy do in the morning is waking up... Although some like doing that in the afternoon.. I would to, after the sleepless night, partying and stuff like that.. But I do that in the morning.. Most of the time. This morning was no different then others... Day wasn't so special either. I just wish I'd find some excitment. I keep coming back to my previous thoughts and constantly comfusing myself. What's the point of this post? Well, I hav absolutly no idea. I just needed to write something. I do feel better. That's the important thing, isn't it?
Hehe, insane.. Well, to whoever is reading:
ENUFFY ON PARIM!!

Maybe I am a bit late with the news, but just so you know: Serbia won the Eurovision conest!!

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Hey everyone! Greetings from Hamburg... I just got back from Paris, and it was wonderful! Well, just stoped bye to say hello. Don't have a chance to go to the internet much.. Ok, hear you all from time to time.. byyyyeee

(just to write one more before i go...) lol

Athaniel woke up early, finding Ithalquin preparing some breakfast and singing quietly to himself - some Elvish song. She looked at him with amazement. He looked so different. His rugged hair was falling down his shoulders, his lips slightly parted, eyes fixed on the fire, but his look was absent, like he was thinking about something both beautiful and painful... She could also feel some strange relief in him. Sun shone on his face and Athaniel thought of Aragorn and Faramir, and how similar now he looked to them, like a high prince of Gondor, proud and tall, skilled and with happiness in his eyes, mixed with an untouchable sorrow. Slowly, a tear fell down his cheek. She looked at him in wonder, breathing deeply. That made a sound loud enough for him to hear, and he raised his head and looked her with tired eyes, the result of pain and lack of sleep.
“Would you like some breakfast?” he asked, ignoring her surprise.
“No thank you.” she said proudly, although she was very hungry.
"As you wish...” he said, sitting down and eating his own meal. There was some strange change in their hearts, but they weren't prepared to admit that. She stood up and walked proudly to the spring. He was looking at her carefully, not because he was afraid that she would run away, but because he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He has seen her eyes, which were exactly the same as Itharis's, so blue, so beautiful. He remembered that day when the Elven lady came. He was 4 years old, and he remembered his mother yelling and demanding that they let the Elvish woman go. But the men were drunk and she was hit and fell into the mud. Itharis was so terribly drunk; and that night he did that terrible thing that made him go mad. Italquen couldn’t believe that this girl was made that horrible night, that so much beauty could be born from so much pain. Pity started to take over, and love also, although he wasn't aware of it. She felt uncomfortable while drinking the water, feeling his eyes on her. She noticed that she now cared about how she looked, about how he saw her. She noticed that something was deeply changed in him, and his eyes were different. Now, he reminded her of Aragorn or Faramir, powerful and wise in their beauty and skillness, and with deep sorrow in their eyes. She realized that she was starting to admire him deeply and sincerely. But she tried to fight that feeling. Slowly, she looked at the water, and it seemed to her that she could see her father, the mighty Elven lord, looking at her from the water. She smiled at that sight, and a tear fell to the water, destroying the illusion. She washed her face and slowly returned to the fire, sitting there in silence. After a long moment, he talked first:
“Listen. I.. I’m not usually like this. I mean, I’m not usually this cruel and, I never wanted to hurt any of you, or your family. My father… He sent me to capture you and revenge Itharis’s death. He… He killed your parents. Itharis was his brother. I don’t know if you know the whole story, but…”
“Yes. I know… I wish I was never born. Men are so… I can’t find the right word to describe you… And what’s even worse, I’m one of you…” and now she was close to crying, but she could still hold her tears.
“No. Don’t say it like that. There are also good peoples in this world. You are one of them. And King Aragorn and Queen Arwen also - they are people that I admire very much. There is also Éomer, and Éowyn, and Faramir of course. And I’ve heard stories of Boromir, his brother, who was killed in the War of the Ring.” He spoke with a trembling voice.
“How come you know so much of these people? How can you admire them when you are literally their enemy?”
He then looked at the ground with sorrow:
“My mother… She was Gondorian. My father kidnapped her and married her by force. He loved her in his own way, but she couldn’t love him at all. When I was little, she used to tell me stories about Numenor and the old Elven kingdoms. About the Valar and Eru and about Frodo and the Ring. She was hoping that one day I would go to Gondor and serve the king. I was 4 years old when your mother, the Elven lady, was captured. Itharis was drunk, like all the men around. It was horrible. I cried the whole night. My mother, she tried to stop them, but they hit her and she lost her consciousness. You know the rest… Itharis went mad when the next day he realized what he had done. My father tried to comfort him, but without any success. I think that the death that your father brought him was like liberation for him. Like a blessing… Three years later, my mother managed to escape from my father and I suppose she’s in Gondor now. I hope she’s happy… She’s suffered a lot and she deserves some other family and new life. I’m sorry for your parents, but I couldn’t do anything for them. My father was too angry because of Itharis’s death. He loved him very much. He was a good man. He used to teach me how to hunt. Like me, his mother was also kidnapped, but she was a lady of Rohan. He wasn't bad but he had his moments... You don't look like him, except for the eyes." He flushed a little and put some wood into the fire.
She looked at him, slightly surprised at his willingness to talk, so she decided to take this opportunity and find out something more about her real father.
"So, how was he? My father... Tell me something more about him."
He looked at her, then at the sky, and began his story:
"Itharis had told me a lot about him, but my father also. They were best friends, almost brothers, and since their childhood, they were together. Itharis’s mother was the lady of Rohan. It was exactly 46 years ago when he was born. Those were dangerous times, the war of the Ring was about to start, evil was stronger then ever, and was patiently preparing its invasion. His father was pureblooded black Numenorean and was proud of his family tree, every one of them enemies of the Elves all the way from the sinking of Numenor and before. He was, also, one of the descendants of the last king of Numenor and was a very evil man. Since he was so "pureblooded", their parents demanded of him to marry a Numenorean woman, but he met lady Elenven one morning, far away from his home in hunting. The difference between his and my mother was that his mother actually fell in love with his father. She was wandering lost in the forest, looking for some food to survive. It's a rather long story how she got there in the first place."
"Well tell me, I would like to know." She looked interested in his story.
"Very well, I shall tell you that..." and he started the story just as he remembered his mother was telling him: "She was a poor girl, her mother was ill and her father was always away, since he was a soldier serving king Théoden. She had to take care of her family, of her mother and her sister, who was 16 years old, 2 years younger then her. The thing was that every man in the village wanted to marry her, since her beauty was beyond compare. It was extraordinary, even to the lady Éowyn, who was also one of the most beautiful women those days. Well, a very rich man came to propose to her, and she eventually said yes since she felt sorry for her mother and wanted to make the sacrifice for her; for that man was rather old and wary but also very rich, and was from Gondor. On the day of her wedding, her mother died. Shocked and grieving, she cancelled the wedding. Now, that man still demanded that she should wed him since she had given her oath, but her younger sister told her to run away from Rohan and go somewhere else where no one knew her, to start a new life. But she couldn't do that and she went south towards Gondor disguised as a man, to ask mighty Boromir for permission to fight in his army. Of course, she had no intention to reveal her true identity nor to admit that she was a woman, for then they wouldn't let her fight. With nothing but her horse, her father’s old sword and a shield, she went towards Minas Tirith. On her way, she had to use the woods and hiding places for the road was very dangerous. It happened that she was in the wood when he attacked her, thinking that she was some Rohan soldier and wanting to kill him. Although she was surprised by this attack, she was the daughter of a soldier, a mighty maiden skilled in fight and defence. Those were the evil times and the women of Rohan had to learn how to fight in order to protect their families when their husbands were away (which was quite often). She was one of the most skilled women in the realm, even for the man, so she started to fight this stranger with only her rusty sword and a shield. After a long and a difficult fight he managed to break her sword, leaving her empty-handed. She was so surprised and angry at this that while he was pointing his sword in her chest, she hit it with a shield with an enormous speed, and with her bare hands she rushed at him and fell on him. Now, he was on the ground and she was standing above him, holding his hands. Her helmet fell off from the force of the strike, so her golden hair flowed down her shoulders, touching his cheeks. Her anger started to disappear and wonder appeared in her eyes, but not as great as the admiration and wonder in his, at finding out that she was a woman."