Men

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Status: Complete – This story will contain 7 entries. It is currently on 7/7.

Thibinoriel and Eregiel occasionally enjoy long strolls through the Golden Wood of Lothlórien. On one occasion they came by chance to the hill of Cerin Amroth.

Dear Gregwald,

It has been two long weeks since we last saw each other. As I prepared to leave, I found myself wanting to go after you instead. However, other matters called me away, leaving me with an ache in my heart.

I hope that your scouting went well and that you are safe and sound. I will be riding for you on the earliest day I can. There are so many things I wish to say to you, but I must be cautious as even envelopes have eyes.

Until we meet again,

Yours,

Annsel.

We rode on for nigh half of an hour, mostly in silence save for comments on sound or movement nearby. Though I had no fear of falling I was still struggling between sitting upright or bouncing off armour. We were no longer in any danger. None of the men would be this near. Indeed, none of those men had survived. I slowed Pelorian as we approached the bridge over the stream. 

For me, the problem with Men is straightforward.

Estarfin hates them!

In her recent quest to find something to do other than moping over her misfortunes and wander like a haunted soul the paths of Imladris, Carniquesse decided to go somewhere she had never gone to before, despite it being practically next door the hidden valley.

Everything about the choice of parchment -- not paper -- for this letter, the unfailing perfection of the calligraphy, and the signet of the Order of the Pillar is presented with ballgown formality.

Angrinc
Guest Quarters, Imladris

My most esteemed mortal comrade: