The Calaquendi still feel great sorrow. But this will never be in the way of bringing joy in others: grief is the culmination of love.

The Dwarves of the Jiret-menesh Expedition meet the princess of Dol Amroth, insisting they only wish to serve the noble people of Dol Amroth by providing to them wonderful Dwarven made goods at even more wonderful prices!

The three scouts, sent out by Aicanwe to assess the present situation with other elven groups. Elunwe the Eldest, Ilmaro the most experienced of the scouts, and Haldalote, Captain of the guards. All three have had some limited encounters with other kins, but none are totally sure of what they will find. 

'To Beannaithe's surprise she learned that the ruins were not completely deserted by the Big Folk, for it were occupied by a small contingent of soldiers. Some were trainin' under the watchful eye of their captains, while others were huddled around the many campfires that were scattered about the crumblin' walls of the fortress.'

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

I always say I do not like weapons. I do not like the feel of steel in particular. 

That dislike can make some aspects of life challenging. 

Life is mostly safe in our Western towns, and the few cities, but any travel can give rise to attacks from goblins, orcs, or any other aggressor. So we train , to defend ourselves and others.