To Thalawyn and Pethrondir, in the Street of the Artists, Mithlond.
Congratulations, Ada, on having your piece accepted for performance in the fall festival! It has been many years in the making, I know, and you must feel so pleased. Although I have not heard it in its final, polished form, it did seem to me to be your finest work yet. Will you have your usual three friends play the other parts?
I hope to return to Mithlond in time to hear it, but you both should not count on me. The rumours of the troubles in Eriador that we have been hearing about have some truth. There is an ellon here in Celondim, Avorthal, who patrols the area with a hadhod friend, Athol, and they have noted an increase in the number of evil things about. I went on a patrol with Avorthal the other day: we found a small goblin-camp in the hills, and had no difficulty in slaying them. (I made a rough sketch of it, for you.)
Do not worry about me, Nana, I grow more skilled at fighting every day. Indeed, Drambor has told me to seek out another trainer, in the town of Bree. I am not sure what to expect from a town of the edain-- I've met few of them hereabouts in the Wild, but I can't help being a little apprehensive. Still, if this hadhod trainer can teach me how to use my quickness more effectively, then I will seek him out. Drambor also suggested that I find a regular sparring partner, but I do not know how to find such a one at this point. Perhaps when I reach Imladris I will find someone.
I did consider asking that peculiar barefooted ellon that I wrote to you about before, Parnard, but he seems to have wandered off while I was on patrol. I will leave word for him with Roherdir the stable-master, and hope that he finds me again.
Na lû e-govaned 'wîn,
Celegeth
