*A text in Tengwar lettering*
Normally I confine my thoughts to my mind, but in the case of my new friend I will make the exception of writing this down. I never thought I could find myself in a position where I could say to have befriended one of the Noldor, but this Thirenel is a peculiar elf. He has the bearing of someone who has seen many things, but things too that have left a mark on him. He confided in me that he took part in the second kinslaying and that he has not stopped his hand there. I must confess I felt an urge to turn my back and never share another word with him, but that feeling quickly turned to compassion. For while he hides well his regret, it is my belief that he never healed from those events and that he has ever walked with a great weight upon his shoulders. I believe Thirenel is suffering deep inside.
My suspicions are hard to confirm, as he has learned well how to hide his thoughts. But it is clear that he tries hard to break with his past. He took a new name, Zagzeroth, a name that has little meaning in any elvish tongues. It seems to me to resemble most those Adûnaic names the Númenoreans carried. If I am correct Zagar meant sword in that language. And -roth is perhaps derived from the Adûnaic word for the white crest of the waves of the sea as they head ashore. It is as if the name tells his story of how he lives a life by the sword and it all started when he crossed the narrow sea. It could be mere speculation on my part, but I am only trying to find the meaning behind his choice for this name. Perhaps he thought he might more easily blend into the realms of Men, which I know he is often known to visit.
Anyway, I consider Thirenel to be a close friend regardless of his past. He and I share a great many interests. We both admire the Dwarves and we both like to linger in the darkness of the night. Our break with the Noldor might be rooted differently, but the result is the same; we tend to stay away from them. His exile may have been enforced while mine was voluntary, but we fare equally well in isolation from our kinfolk. It is for that reason that I have welcomed him into the Fuinedhil, where he will always find a place amongst us if he so chooses. But I know how much he values being on the road, as if he is too restless to stay in one place. Thus we agreed that if the need be high, we would call upon each other ro raise swords together and to face whatever evil we deem necessary to be handled. I heard that he moved south and has been watching the movements of the enemy. Perhaps soon I will call upon him, for our abode in the Misty Mountains is under threat of discovery. Some of my kin have talked about moving back to Mirkwood and to settle somewhere deep within the woods. But I sense that danger will follow us wherever we thread. Thirenel, my friend, may we soon meet again!
