Notes

A modest section with several entries in the Provisioner's Notes, every page's margins are decorated with meadow scenes, pints of dairy, and wheels of cheese - either partitioned or untouched. Despite the breadth of the section, specific excerpts and comments of interest seem to beckon to the reader. 

A large section of the Provisioner's Notes is seemingly devoted to this topic, annotated with ornate images of grapes, vines and chalices along the margins of the pages. Despite the breadth of the section, specific excerpts and comments of interest seem to beckon to the reader. 

Yesterday, in the evening, I was at Mr. Brablo’s library.
Upon arriving, I was actually quite shocked: I found him sitting down in his chair, sleeping. Waking up, it seemed as though he had slept since noon, or so, but I did not say much on the matter: his sleeping habits are his own, of course.

(You see a piece of paper balled up on the ground, thrown away in frustration.  You open it up, and find a song or a poem, mostly scratched out.  Clearly a minstrel wrote this, or was working on it, and got frustrated, unnable to find the right words.)

Of the Sun and Moon

~L

Marvelous rays!

Devine Perfect fire!

A heat and a wonder wihto without compare!

I will never tire weary of thee.

Marvelous beams!

Ever have I been right. 

In my earlier notes I told of the shameful Eldar and the beasts of Mankind.

Some made fun of my brilliant thoughts when I said we should have ride out to clean the lands of the mortal vermin. But now, many share my thoughts.

The Stars are nothing compared to The Streams and my wonderful plans. I say we indeed invade Angmar and collect more valuable slaves. The ones that resist will die aswell an horrific death. Every race, every nation must know that there can only be one superior kind. The Albs. 

The Eldar, friends to Mankind. The shame to the firstborn. 

Is that how I should see them? Perhaps, for they who side with the mortals are fools. Should I still trust them, eventhough I know who they side with? A question that has been bothering me for a long time. The tongue of Mankind can be venomous and they are out to poison our minds like they have poisoned the Eldar.

Here I am, I followed the example of my own niece, Minyelaire. I ventured into foreign lands, I write this from my room in Imladris. This place is forsaken, filled with the Eldar, their twisted minds, corrupted by the ways of Mankind. Is it a shame for the Kinn-Lai to leave our lands, to leave the great Yaquir? We should have done the same as our forefathers, we should have stayed hidden under protection of the great trees. Kinn-sala, I do miss the place with hole my heart. But I cannot leave, I have to keep my eye on my kindred. Especially on Belkhala, she is easily affected by words.