Discarded in the corner of the upper room of the Company house is a note. The paper was balled up and tossed aside, though if one were to smooth it out...
The note was written in fluent Sindarin, though it was hurried and shakily scrawled. Most of it was unreadable, scribbled over with ink to make it illegible to anyone, or perhaps only to the author. The only words that could be made out were the curious scratches of names. Ithilwe. Imladris. Elrond. Ithilwe. Ithilwe. Ithilwe.
The only legible words were at the bottom, the few that remained saved from the intense scribbling and dousing of ink.
*Speak to a smith in Imladris about a gift.
