Vanimar

Losgael put the final stitches to the tapestry she had been working on for the last months, putting forth her skill to depict the tale of Themodir and Manadhlaer. Time had become more sparse since she had joined the ranks of the Hammer, but she had returned to this work whenever she could.

This is written on two sheets of neatly folded parchment, sealed with a drop of brown wax imprinted with the head of an arrow on it. The handwriting is neat and precise, not in the slightest ornamental, though in some places it loses its crisp shape as if the writer's hand was fatigued. On the outside of the parchment is written the name of Lord Dolthafaer, to whom it is addressed.

To Lord Dolthafaer of the Order of the Arrow, Bar-en-Vanimar

Makanárë had returned to Imladris after ten days on the road, ten days of slipping through woods and scouting under cover of darkness. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance as she rode through the Gates of Imladris, on an evening when the stars were again veiled by shadow. She had a report for Lord Veryacáno - truly nothing more than a perfunctory record of where and when she had patrolled - there were some signs of brigands and patrolling Orcs upon the road west of the Last Bridge, but that was all. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Dunnarwen had always been very sure of herself. This time around, however, she had to admit, she was a little doubtful. As her horse plodded through the desert-like terrain of the Barandalf, she thought long and hard about her purpose. Did she even have a legitimate purpose? She wondered about that one particular question the most. She needed to get a grip. At this rate, she would get caught unawares and then she'll be in trouble for sure.

This account was written by Norliriel for the healers and scholars of Imladris, to aid their research regarding the goblin poison that led to Themodir's demise.

We found Themodir within the goblins' slave pit, senseless and tied to a stake. I deem he had been thouroughly ill-treated. He could be roused, and was wakeful enough to speak words of thanks to those who freed him, but collapsed upon being cut loose.