Diary Excerpt three

Entry Sixty One I find the entire affair quite disturbing, these Men who play at being an Istar. I thought perhaps at first the Man was a Maiar, he was not of course. I am still entirely unclear on what happened but those around say it was useful, so I shall conclude that it was. That is, however, the absolute last time I rub a newt against my breast. I do not know if I felt sorrier for the newt or myself! Either way upon return to Rivendell I patrolled the path to Mithlond, there was nothing to report from the patrol but the journey was well needed after that ludicrous encounter.