Chronicled in Ost Guruth of the Nain Enidh in the Lone-lands of Eriador,
On this the 5th day of Echuir in the Year 3018 of the Third Age.
An enquië it has been since I made ready for the next stage of our journey along the East Road; and while I packed the saddlebags of Belan I found that my wandering kin had left for me a secret gift... and a princely gift indeed! For within I found leaf-wrapped lembas cakes of the Ivonwin, and a crystal flask of fragrant clear cordial: miruvor, Cordial of Imladris! O, my heart sang in delight, for the Edhil there brew this in imitation of Miruvórë, the nectar of the Valar that was from Yavanna's flowers made, and it too has the power to grant renewed vigour and strength to whomever drinks of it.
And so it was that I met with the caravan as it passed through Staddle on its way to the Great East Road, which we followed hither to Ost Guruth; an uneventful journey of fifty leagues, marred only by my dark thoughts of Adar's death when we camped one night upon the summit of Amon Sûl. For it was nigh that place where he perished not long ago, slain by Yrch blades as he returned homewards from Imladris; and my grim reflections turned again to the mystery of the letter that I carry to Forgamthan of Elrond's Library.
But as I watched the rising of Anor with Todsi, her radiant light and glorious beauty banished the shadow from my mind and my mood turned to joy; and yet even greater was my delight when upon the road I sang the sorrowful Song of Nimrodel in memory of Adar's death and Naneth's removal to the Blessed Realm, so too did Todsi join my song! For, says he, it is a song that his grandfather taught to him, for his scholarly endeavours oft took him to speak with the Elves. Nan aear ar in elin! This doughty Dwarf continues to amaze me!
And now in Ost Guruth shall we linger for some three days, before returning to the road; but ever closer we move to Imladris, and my heart is glad.
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