Gondor

''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do?

''Today I woke up with a terrible headache. Did I have another one of my nightmares? I don't know... They seem so real lately.. Perhaps they are trying to tell me something. I found another letter, slipped underneath my door. I recognized the seal immediately, would I have to leave once more? It was a dark red, wax seal. The image displayed in the wax was that of two swords crossing one another, with an eagle behind it spreading It's wings. Did he enjoy his power? Does he abuse it? He has no care for our own physical and weary state. Why would he, we're his puppets after all.

The Lay of Elena is written upon a parchment held in the Room of Records upon the Third level of the White City. The lay is written in Sindarin, although the dialect is, apparently, of a form uncommon. Only the following passage has yet been translated and the historians have, as yet, been unable to associate the verse with any known historical record or figure. As eagles fly from the mountain, The wanderer finds a new path, Under the stars of twilight, To Evendim's shores of the north, How far has the wanderer come? How long is the road behind?