Elf

Well, well, well, here we are again.  I've been tasked with acompanying a hobbit on something of an adventure, to get stollen goods back.  A noble enough deed, of course, but...well, we seem to be in something of a situation.  I'm not one for these sorts of places, though they do often end in good songs, and sometimes you can find interesting things within them, but...

Said to first have risen at the awakening of the Elves at Cuiviénen, the stars of Menelvagor are seen by silvan elves as the Great Bowman guarding the marches of the world.

To play an accompaniment to the falling rain requires a light touch on the strings and a sensitive ear. It is a musical excercise of which Tavelorn never grows tired.

Looking out over the Lone Lands.  I was sent to dispatch a group of orcs, namely their leader, and collect their orders.  I was also commisioned to locate a certain rangers bow.  Apparently the thing was precious.  I'll never understand how some people can get so attached to a chunk of metal or a piece of wood.  I can understand an heirloom of sorts.  But a

Amnildir is a friendly elf, yet perhaps a bit timid. Usually wearing a serious expression and a polite smile, it is remarkable to watch him crack up from laughter while banging his fist on the table. What did he see?