Olriandis

Rivendell,

A couple of months earlier

Redandir was sitting on the grass near one of many bodies of water in the Valley. He had a straw in his mouth and was looking at the water, all in his thoughts.

“Rivendell seems like a nice place, probably even better than my homeland. And elves here are so lovely too. At least those that I’ve met…”

This note was found on Branalph's pillow the night following his Oath-taking, in which he became a full member of Vanimar. It was placed next to a leaf wrapped around half a dozen wafers of lembas.

Aiya Varandalqua!

Approx. TA 2400s, Mirkwood

Arradril worked alone, as she normally preferred. Tonight's project was a sheath for her favorite boot dagger. The single-edged weapon was not her largest, nor her longest, nor yet was it her oldest -- so it was no painful reminder of fair Ondolindë. It was not even balanced for throwing; given the alarming upward curve of the blade, and the solid hiltward weighting, Arradril reckoned that any attempt to fling it would end in a loud thud.

Approx. TA 2400, Mirkwood