the gathering storm

"Ride to war, Daerundros! Ride! Fly!"
Stunned and surprised, I gazed around myself to see a figure seated on a chair. A fireplace chimed happily behind her, and the walls were covered in a pleasant green color, like the forest. She stood up from her odd seating position and straightened herself, dusting off a few stray specks of dirt that had gotten into her clothes. The chair slowly turned to Daerundros, and within it, was an odd... something...

Suilad, Hir Halbarad.

I apologize in delay before sending the first report. The  Eldar host has arrived at Lin Giliath in good order, though it is certain that the Enemy already knows of their coming. Impressive a sight though their waving banners and loud horn-calls might be; it can have done nothing but alert our enemies to their presence.

Extract from a letter written in a flowing, archaic hand ...

'... this must be a jumble of letters for thee, for I am finally upon the road. A collection of charming vignettes, small pictures of what is ocurring here. Firstly, I swear thee to secrecy. Yea... thou must bear it for my sake! I will explain all to him when I return, but until then, thy sweet lips must be sealed - for he will be wroth, and it were better his anger came at me, rather than thine own dear self.