warband of imladris

 Journal Entry Page 15 

After the meeting of the First Ting I returned with the others to Imladris to take the words spoken there to the Council. When I stood before the Elders I noticed that the Lord of Imladris was not in attendance. It was not my place to question the Council nor did they choose to speak on the matter.

  To the Lady Elisbeth of the Warband, and the Lord Khalis - Greetings.

  Need has called me away from the vale for the time being; I apologise.
  I hope your patrol could continue in my absence as planned, and the vale continues to be safe under your watch.
  As for this, I am sending this letter together with three of my trusted friends of the Free Peoples. You may have met some of them before, in Imladris or in their own homelands.

Diary Entry 13

After speaking with the Lady Elisbeth and some of the others from our small band it was agreed to send riders northwards. Its been some time now since the riders have been sent to discover what news hails from the icy northlands but so far no news has flown back to Imladris.

Perhaps the time has come to bring together the council that was drawn together to discuss the matter of these ancient stones. I shall seek the whereabout of them so Imladris may share their thoughts on the matter.

Belated Diary Entry 13

My plans to seek out the spiritual pools hidden in Enedwaith had to be put on hold for I received a sealed letter from Imladris to ride south to meet with Lady Elisbeth and others of the Warband. I met with the Lady Elisbeth at one of the encampments of the Grey Company. It was good to set my eyes upon our fair leader and the others for we have spent too long travelling in small groups to attend the many matters directed by the Council of Imladris.

The geese are departing from the north. From my single window I see the skeins in ragged formation arrow across the evening sky. Behind them the moon is newly risen - this season, this moon ... impossibly far away from this dark place, and what happens in this place, a great house is flooded with light and music.

Under the richly decorated ceilings,within the tree arbors festooned with lanterns, the brightest host is dancing. Maidens in gossamer dresses tip their faces up to radiant lords - shy, coy, merry, proud. The flower of elvendom gathered to celebrate autumn.

She elf started to write in a leather covered little notebook under the dim light of the campfire. The hesitant sound of her pen moving on the parchment was revealing the mess of her thoughts.

I’m travelling alone once again…

Reiven hold up the silver swan amulet which was stained with blood, which was once belong to Daenaro, Darnur of Nargothrond, now entrusted her to carry. The rays of sun danced on the silver swan as she was trying to close the lavalieres’ clasp with her frostbite, aching fingers. But she ignored the pain and didn’t stop until feeling its cold touch hanging safely on her chest.