Istarnie

It is nigh time we ride down to Mithlond, to prepare for Lady Istarnie's voyage.

Curumaito plans to discuss preparing a gem elixir with Carnifinde later this day. He is unsure what is possible; what is safe. Even if he decides to go ahead, such things can take days. I cannot risk the Lady missing the ship. There is no assurance that particular gem will have the virtue to return her to health. Valinor remains her best hope, I deem.

We are suitably accommodated in Celondim. Whether our stay will be but a few days, or far longer, is yet to be decided.

My lady wife has seen to all provisions for our party and speaks, with Aearlinn, on our behalf to those who have closest connection with the sailing of the Grey Ships from Mithlond.

Now it falls to me to decide, though I shall take counsel from Gaerion, and from the Lady’s granddaughter.

Unexpected news arrived this morning.

Dire news!

Our Lady has suffered grievous harm, and even now is being brought back to us by Varyamo.

Unexpected? Every time she rides away, I look to my wife and she says ‘Never has Istarnie suffered more than scrapes and bruises. She will return.’

Such has been the truth of things over the Ages. But none of us here in Endore are indestructible. Even she.