Laiquendi Order

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.

I pranced about the room hastily tidying my domain and fixing myself. It would be the first time in days since I would step out of the comfort of my home, ever since arriving at my house a few weeks ago from a trip to ease the burdens upon me.

If I should be truthful, this burden still bothers me, but I went on, not caring, not knowing, not really interested. I discarded this burden quite carelessly, and chose to rather pry myself away from the Elf that was causing it - Taramthir.

I looked again – for the fourth or fifth time I think – at the letter and once more quietly cursed myself. I had never asked for this, oh no. Fate, it seemed, felt it knew better than I what I wanted. If only fate could be dealt with as easily as some of the other foes I had bested over the years.

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,

As you may recall, the Ten Chapters of Daerundros' tales told of her beginnings, meeting in the Hall of Fire, her eventual discovery of the Order of the Green Elves, and her inaguration as a Member, her discovery of goblins, and the Climax - her rescue and safety assured by the Order.