Journal Entry 25
Menfolk. What is it that intrigues me about the race of men that at the same time causes me more troubles than a patrol of Urch I wonder. My actions towards Thendryt have brought unwanted words of chastisement from Hiril Elisbeth and my friendship with Fiontann has also been scrutinized by our Lady.
Thendryt and myself understand each other, or I believe we do. I am a weaponmaster among elven kind, two ages in the making and he the same but of mankind. Both stubborn at times more so to each other. Even as I write this I recall Thendryt Morson and it brings a smiles to my face. Not that I would tell that to him. His loyalty in unwavering especially to Hiril Elisbeth and I cannot but feel his new duty as Tiri Daethor will only enhance that quality.
As for Fiontann our friendship goes way back in the years as mankind views them from a time the warrior came to the hidden vale seeking aid against poison. That was my first encounter with the man and even then his aura marked him out as a man to take note of. Then and I know not why he joined a band of sellswords known among mankind as the Bloody Dawn and my contact with him wavered. That led to the time the sell swords did cast give insult to all of elven kind and so it was decreed to declare them and the ranger who travelled with them unwelcome in Imladris.
Then once more the wheel of life turned and my friend took a new path, he founded the company calling themselves the Fateless Wanderers. I am very proud of my friend but in the eyes of Hiril Elisbeth his past was but a moment ago. Thus the Lady informed me in soft words that for her to see him as I do is a burden I must bear to resolution.
