It became apparent that I alone could not attend to all the needs of my kinsmen and women, for I still had to work closely with Gandalf and Elrond. While Cantrylledyr preferred to help from the shadows, due to his reserved, elven nature, Gellthir was only to happy to step up to the limelight. They were given officer ranks to act as my voices: Cantrylledyr continued to oversee our financial and housing issues, while Gellthir stepped up as my right hand in the daily running of our kinship.
We decided that, in order to extend our mission, we had to send our kins across Eriador and beyond, into Rhovanion. We were not alone in planning, for the Gandalf and the elves knew what was needed. We decided that those with fewer skills in the art of war would practice and grow within the borders of Ered Luin, the Shire and Breeland. As their experience grew, they would move into the North Downs and the Lone Lands; the Trollshaws and Evendim would be next, followed by Forochel, the Misty Mountains and Angmar. Master Elrond requested that all those who survived these challenges should be sent to him, for dispatch into Eregion and from there into Moria. The Lady Galadriel would see our kins in the land of Lothlorien, to tend them after the dark days in the mines. She would then send them through Mirkwood and Isengard, Enedwaith and the Great River, for all these lands were in dire need of assistance, if their stand against Mordor was to succeed. Only then the land of Rhovanion would be open to us: vast plains teeming with wargs and goblins, a land made for the strongest of warriors, able to fight on foot and on horseback. And if these trials were not enough, we had to send some of our bravest people to infiltrate the enemy’s camps of the Ettenmoors, were evil roams free.
Do you wonder if I ever met my sister again? Aye. Gandalf and Elrond were true to their words. Freawyin heard of a Gondorian leader, by the name of Goldrien Evenstar. A friend, rekindling my will to live and to succeed, brought her back into my life.
And so we grow. Many kinsmen and women have walked with us in the past few years; some are still with us, whilst some have moved on. The stories of each of my kins are many, and they are theirs to tell. No matter where in Middle-earth they are and fight, no matter the distance between us, I can assure you that their hearts beat as one with mine. We will not rest until evil is purged from this land once and for all, or until death takes us.
Let my words of old be here repeated for all to hear: “But I shall carry them through to the end, taking their sorrow as my own. They are my kins – we are His children.”
