Another day passes as a Scout of Lord Elrond. The Shire remains safe as ever; my duties to the Shire ever unchanging. I do not mind them much; the hobbits appear to have grown used to my presence, which is all well and good.
A new recruit from Mirkwood has arrived. His name is Lanthirdir, and he trained five years from Imladris, so he said. Tanathon, of course, exclaimed with delight upon learning that another one of the Elven King's folks had arrived. He has more in common with Andandala and the new recruit than myself. If this journal ever reaches Imladris, which it may, I implore my Lord, Elrond Halfelven, to send to us some recruits from Imladris itself so that the conversation on what should be done does not become Woodland realm centered...however, I doubt this will come to pass. Most of Imladris' citizens do not travel by horse or by foot as I did..they prefer the Hall of Fire to traveling on foot.
I have not heard from my father or my uncle, which altogether is odd. I am concerned about them...and wish I could hear from them again.
Time is short, the meeting with Tanathon, Lanthirdir, and myself continues.
-Archallas Arodhel
