taramthir

They rode through Rhovanion with almost no words between them. The Green Lord was half mad and half awake, with his head gazing aimlessly at the ground. Arvaryar was leading his steed, calmly but aware of the surroundings.

 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.

The Letter is discarded, crumpled, with several words here and there Scratched out. It must have been a very difficult task to write this letter: Tear-stains are visible on some of the parchment, smidging out some words, and there are various Ink blobs here and there.

"Hîr vell Taramthir,

Any good Hobbit banquet is long. The music, dancing but mainly the eating carried on throughout the night, the Hobbits eating continuously except for pauses to refill their plates or glasses. The Elvish guests could find nothing to complain about - the Hobbit food was delicious and varied. There were pies of all sorts (though the Hobbits were eager to offer biscuits to the Elves, perhaps guessing that the rich food was not always to their palate), delicious fresh spring vegetables and even the last of the fruit stored over the winter.