Rivendell

To the most honourable Lord Hurin, Warden of the Keys, First Guardian of the Citadel, greetings and wishes for every good fortune.

Salutations!

Our caravan has arrived safely in Rivendell.
The journey was most difficult, but with skill and luck we managed to avoid any orc parties and servants of the Enemy.
Our lord's message was received well. In a couple of days I shall have Lord Elrond's answer.
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I am following your orders and our interests as established in the council.

Always faithful,Prime Advisor Khaba Sekhemkare

I looked at the noticeboard, banging my fists on the wall in anger, as I read what words it contained:

"Veryacano!

Entering the hall, Fervain casts her gaze over those present.

The journey from Greenwood, or Taur-nu-Fuin as outsiders may call it,  had been long and arduous, her body aches and her mind hungers for interaction with those of Elven kind.

Tentatively, she continues to walk toward the elves gathered, they all stand close to several overly large fire places near to the back of the hall.

Truly, there was no more collection of yore that was vaster than those found in Imladris! To this Indralas had submitted defeat, even as he had boisterously claimed his knowledge would remain unsurpassed by all his peers here, in the valley where no shadows lie.

Indeed, even as he had greeted the hauntingly quiet library – no words were exchanged in the greeting, of course, nothing but a nod of recognition – there were nothing that could deter him in the endeavour to categorize, arrange, submerge and feast upon every cover, every leaf, every parchment, every book.