"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Why would I not? I have dreamed of this moment for thousands of years."

Now the Elf-maiden was his happiness
And Ranger rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the dragon's lair.
 
Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The Elf-maiden she went down to the lair
And in the ice she's gone...
 
The Ranger came down to the lair
To call out to his dear
When there was no answer
He was overcome with fear...
 

Leaving the Shire behind, Seregrian and I continued our Bridal Tour. Although the village of Newbury is not specifically in the bounds of the Shire, being east and just across the Brandywine River, it is still a town wholly Hobbit, and our accommodations the previous night were no less cozy and comfortable in ways most endearingly distinct for those lovely folk.

Calidis nodded to Xanderian and then smiled at the Captain in a way that is both serene and somewhat chilling. “Come, we have a great deal to say to Galadriel.”

This story contains some descriptions of violence and self-harm that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion advised. 

MELODY

Smoked reindeer en’t bad – Basically venison, but with more juniper berries. And Lossoth make a decent kind of pie in their own right: It be sort of like a bilberry tart, an’ sort of like a cream cheese cake. Imma replicate it sometime.