Vanimar

The packet contains a neatly cleaned and folded, though worn around the edges black hauberk. A swan medallion lies on top of it.

OOC: You characters may not know about the following unless they heard it from one of the present.

*a page from Veryacano's personal notebook which he uses to record important events*

  Young Galdorion could not believe his ears and then dramatically turned to his friend, who he brought the news to him.

Never did I believe that I would find myself comforted among the devices of the Enemy. But here we are, licking our wounds around a campfire among the Enemy's perch, and yet we quietly restrain our sense of triumph with grim thoughts of the coming trials. It's a sobering exercise. I sit here and write all that I can recall before my own unease and fatigue will lose them to sluggishness. 

Suilad, Hir Halbarad.

I apologize in delay before sending the first report. The  Eldar host has arrived at Lin Giliath in good order, though it is certain that the Enemy already knows of their coming. Impressive a sight though their waving banners and loud horn-calls might be; it can have done nothing but alert our enemies to their presence.