Anglachelm

“Why is Rainith not with us?" Estarfin asked Danel again.

Did this blockhead not understand anything? wondered Parnard. He spread his embroidery out before him and lifted up his wineskin. “Ai!” he gasped.

“What is it?” said Danel.

My Lord,

Now that I have mentioned him previously, I feel it is only proper to write his entry. I am of course talking of Estarfin. That angry, sorry soul who even now sits there, brooding.
There are many (Parnard chief among them) who dislike Estarfin. More likely they fear him, for he is a grim fellow. A great looming presence, all dressed in black with his great war-spear in his hand. Perhaps even I might be wary of him if I did not count him as my brother.

It surprised many in the household when our lord chose me as his emissary, rather than some powerful warrior or other person prone to quarrels and fighting, and striving about things to no profit, which is very unbecoming to a person of dignity and authority. When, instead of a help, a ruler has a glowering, unmannerly, warlike counselor who will not sit himself down first before counting the cost, and who speaks without mildness, or of things which he knows nothing, then his mind fills with worry.

The moon was setting behind the hollies and the figure of Belegos could be seen stalking the shadows underneath the trees. He was a clever tracker, Parnard admitted, but he would prove his true worth when they reached the black mires and the ravines of the southern Greenwood. As Parnard continued gazing at him, he began to wonder if the scout really was as old as he had been told.

Rainith and Belegos are mighty frank and familiar towards each other; they seem as old friends reunited. I sit by the fire, a little apart from the company, waiting for this accursed haunch to finish cooking. The spit is set too high over the flames, but these burn so hot that to roast the meat any closer will char it.

Elloen rode out of the Valley a day ago, and he had arrived to Eregion. He looked at the ruins, and thoughts of home came into his mind: "Home. What home? I have lived in Imladris since..." and suddenly he felt smaller - he had returned to his childhood. Suddenly he felt himself as the same adolescent child that he had once been when Eregion was assaulted.

Continued from: Leave of Absence and Orders to the Hammer Lord