Tighfield

Boars are belligerent creatures at the best of times, yet watching Snugblossom munch contentedly on a patch of daises brought a sense of appreciation for how all living things can know peace if they are in harmony with their nature. This could not be said for her owner, gesticulating wildly in the general direction of his field, the color of his face changing the more he spoke. Frothard Took, the chief Bounder at Tighfield was making some attempt to placate him.

In the hollow of a tree of the east Meeting Grove was found a tightly wrapped package. Among its contents was a bundle of the letters attached here. Along with some pressed flowers, several honey-cakes and a postcard addressed to the ‘good fairies’ by one Wingard Puddifoot.

PART 1: THE SEARCH FOR GILDOR INGLORIEN

~The Court of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel~

'Neldordil, I have a task for you,' said Galadriel to her chief tracker.

'You need only ask, Lady,' he answered.

An there we ‘ave it! All our plans come ter naught. Them got Henepa last night, took her from her bed and were away without a sound. Her Elf knife be on the floor, with blood on it. She would have given ‘em a fight if she could. Them happen ter get me brother, Gaisarix, as well, and again. He be caught twice now.

So what ter do?

I be told by the others I must start keepin' a record, as me writin' is the best. That may be so, but Tolbold has a mighty fine hand when he put his mind ter it. He be the boss though, an Assistant Chief Shirriff! So I get the short straw and he get the honour fer thinking of records. 

Tolbold had spent the night in the cellar of ‘The Bent Elbow’, with Henepa’s permission, of course. It was an odd situation, and he didn’t like it one bit. He liked his own bed, with his own blankets in his own house. But he figured if he didn’t know if or where Guy Appleby was sleeping, he didn’t deserve comfort.