Tinuvinil

*Fully suited up, Quiver and Bow, he opens his journal to a fresh page and begins to write*

Permission asked, and given, My student, my friend, Malliel is to marry my closest friend of all Andarne. We attended the gathering of Elves at Imladris not Yesterday and t'was incredibly enjoyable. Andarne.. and his harp, as I danced with Malliel.

*He laughs softly*

Formal report of my time in Evendim. I mad my way Northward, through the Shire, confidently ignoring the onlookers as I made my way purposefully towards Tinnudir. The lay of the land is the same as always, un-changed. Though it came to my attention that the brigands were slowly, but surely moving closer to Tinnudir from afar. Though this matters little, as it is no concern of mine, nor the Malledhrim's.

*He takes out the book, sitting down as he puts his quill to a clean page*

It is done. Malliel sent fourth a letter to Lorien, seeking my aid in hope that I would be sent to Eriador for a time. That has happened and I now seat myself upon a chair in the 'home' I will use when I am in such part of the world.

*Dips the quill in the vial of ink*

It turns out, Malliel's reason for summoning me was more so to speak of news than she requires my aid. But alas, I will remain and see where I am needed.