Mithanor

I write this entry sat atop Talan Tirith, the flet where I spent many a year alongside Tinuvinil, serving our Lord and Lady, and homeland. I am delighted to finally be home. I was pleasantly surprised to find Tinuvinil was to journey with us. It seemed he had seen to the business that would have otherwise delayed him. He brought a companion with him also, Lady Mithanor.

* Standing alone at the strands of Anduin, evening sky shimmers in purple and pink. With the harp in my arms I sing for Eflwen, mellon nin, bain a pelt, so beautiful and strong*

*Opens the book onto the long wooden table, looking up with each opening of the door, shifting uneasily with every sight of someone in black.  Taking some ink to page, she starts to write*

*taking a deep breath, then wincing, she continues*