A delivery from Mirkwood.
It has been almost three days since I had the letter handed to me by a Guard of Imladris, i am still in quite a bit of shock, Galadven's skill with the blade was superior, but yet the forces of the shadow were too strong. I don't exactly know what to say, or write, but I feel as if a dagger has been stabbed in my heart, never to be removed.
My meetings with Lord Elrond begin tonight, I feel nervous enough as it is, though, I did enjoy a night in the Halls of Fire recently. I managed to come across Andarne's cousin, Mithon, and his wife, Tanes. They are exceptionally pleasant people. I also managed to make small talk with Khalis of The Warband of Imladris. It was nice once again to see a familiar face.
I shall write again in time, once my meetings with His Grace are over.
Loor Turindriel Elithen.
