Eirallyn

Eirallyn was eating breakfast when Nelnardis returned from her early morning walk around Mirobel. There was nothing out of the ordinary, though she noted the clear skies and forgotten beauty of the view.

“Good morning, Eira,”

As soon as Nelnardis stirred, she willed herself to her feet and reached for her pack. It was just about dawn, but she searched for a piece of parchment and something to write with. Thendryt was already sitting by the fire when she walked into the main room of the beorning’s house.

Elrohir regarded the young woman across the fire from him thoughtfully. He'd ridden with the Dunedain for centuries. Some of their women were exquisite, elegant almost as the elven kind. Eirallyn was not such a one. She had the high-carved bone structure of the Lords of Men, but her countenance was more attractive than beautiful, her hands broad and capable, her frame tall and strong. She looked exactly like what she was-a woman who had taken up the sword.

Autumn, outside Thorenhad-On one of the last sunny, brisk days before winter set in, an old brown bear sat upon a hillside, devouring a pile of fruits and vegetables with gusto.  He alternated his attention between them and a large pot of honey oat mash.

“Can you eat all of it?  How is your tooth?” Lilleduil asked him.

(This story takes place before Lilleduil became Leutha Maethor in the Warband.)

Tur Elisbeth-

Since my last report to you, I ventured back up into the Hithaeglir, this time alone, since Thendryt had business elsewhere.  I sighted the Guaradan I spoke of in the first report again-this makes the third time I have seen this creature.  I also discovered another unnaturally large giant, down in the Giant Halls.  And I found the beast that rumor has spoken of.   It is an unnaturally large snow beast, many times the size of a regular beast.