Rivendell

    The ring had been given and vows had been said. The two young fellows were now man and wife. He had known the two for so little time it had seemed, he could not recall when their affections had become apparent. He had seen them survive the dangers of a troll attack while on guard duty and their recent delving into a goblin colony. Amaken and Anastasiar were now together bonded now more than any member of the Company. The sight was much too much for Altheric to bear.

And so it is that I have made the journey to Imladris. It has been long and hard, and most importantly, dangerous. The roads hold more evil to them than I remember. Though the nearer I traveled to Imladris, the less danger I felt. It seems like the scouts and warriors of Imladris gaurd the valley well.

Daphne had rushed to dress herself and run a brush through her hair before knocking and stepping over to where Anastasiar was trying to get into the wedding dress, without letting it touch the floor.

The letter is enclosed in an envelope hastily folded, and slightly bent from where the bearer had tucked it away before its delivery to its recipient. The seal, however, a wax seal of gold color with the inlay of a swan. It was precisely pressed on, careful deliberate application taken in how it was applied to the envelope. The recipient's name was scrawled on the back with a flourished but hurried motion of handwriting.

This diary is dated several days earlier.

I’ve sat on this bed, in this room, for three days now. After having been chased through the Lone-lands by all sorts of fell creatures, I was attacked by a Warg. In the Trollshaws!  These are dark times indeed if such beasts would come hither to the lands so close to Imladris.