Most who meet Tegilboron note two things: first, that his Quenya pronunciation is uncomfortably perfect, and second, that he will find a way to correct yours without you quite realising it.

Once a promising student among the Lambengolmor, the Loremasters of Tongues, Tegilboron spent much of his life chasing the secrets of forgotten scripts and misunderstood dialects — from the sea-washed tongues of the Sindar, to the clipped syllables of Khuzdul learned in whispered exchanges at the gates of Khazad-dûm. He remembers the Fall of Gondolin not with bitterness, but with the quiet grief of a misplaced semicolon in an otherwise perfect line of verse.

Though long retired to Ered Luin, his quiet studies were disrupted by an unlikely call — a Hobbit's request to help collect tales of heroism, mishap, and Second Breakfasts. Most Noldor would have ignored it. Tegilboron packed his ink and headed for Imladris