Aearandir

I could hear the sound of sparing, swords being parried and coming together, faint whistles of the arrows hitting make shift targets. Our banners were preparing, Preparing for the worst. We hoped that our suspicions were wrong, we hoped that for once our insight would not be correct. Unfortunately we often were right in our conclusions. That's why we were heading towards Lone-lands with four banners, fifty wardens and fifty Ethiriath in total, we could not be too careful. Something in the air also told us something was stirring far north. Was it the smell? The silence?

Dear Hirgonui

I see it as my duty to write a more complete report after the weeks I have been out in the Wild..

I am glad I met the Nethvaed Faerduin and Arnelloth in their training session, as it seem they are doing very well and I did not wish to interrupt the session.

As the seasons change so does the Mithdirith, or rather adapt. My Dear friend's Hir Curugirion and Hir Aearandir have been away for a good while now, important work in Mithlond at the behest of Lord Cirdan. I can only hope they are both well for I know this time for them both is difficult with all they must do.

It is not my custom to focus as intently as I have on the passage of time these past forty days, and yet my experience has become that of a smoke-filled bubble; where previously I would have been content to merely observe events unfold and meditate on them, I now find the bubble has burst and my energies have begun to diffuse into a collective environment of toil and mutual duty.

I read again what I wrote the evening after initial training; much of it bears a bittersweet pang. My attempts to capture an intensely complicated emotional situation in far-too-brief prose are clumsy at best. It is at times such as these when I envy the short-lived races. Though I cannot say I share their minds, I do find their resilience admirable and desirable. As one of the Eldar, I am granted time incomprehensible to those who do not share my longevity, and yet after what would be generations to Men, I still find it a challenge to write on my departure.