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After days of travelling, I and Avorwen have finally reached the fairgrounds of Ered Luin. The Elves of Celondim were celebrating the coming of summer, and it is not easy to deny such an invitation. Thus we walked to the pavilion south of Celondim.
A few elves were already there. They were natives, but it did not take long for more familiar faces to join us. Lots of new faces we met, and we lots of long-lasting friendly bonds we established with them.
The Wolf grimaces, and the party rows on in their leaking paddle boat to Port Celondim, where an unacknowledging guest does not know to await them yet...
The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.
"Lemya vanima." His whispered prayer brought little comfort. For always it brought an unpleasant thought to his mind. You will fall into decay, when I, and all my folk are no more. When the time comes, and the eldar are found no more upon this side of the sea, their realms will crumble. Yet, pray over them while he remained he could. Haldaer closed his eyes and beseeched the very earth around him once more. "Lemya vanima, Celondim... Nin." Stay fair, Celondim...For me. Until I return.