A most interesting few days, indeed. Mrs. Browncloak from the family farm north of Waymeet wrote to me, claiming that her husband's plough had uncovered (and, unfortunately, cracked) a vase-like object beneath his fields. I immediately set out on the Southfarthing Road, accompanied by Mr. Horgo. The deliberated excavation that followed revealed an ancient pitcher - an Arnorian coin hoard! Mr. Horgo was so kind as to bear the broken pitcher back to my library in Barleywick. I was much relieved to have excavated the hoard before the Mathom Society, lest they mislabel these coins as buttons!
In the meantime, a Ferco Banks from Bywater arrived in the village, apparently seeking residence (I hear he means to move into Number 6, next door). He and Mr. Horgo joined me for tea and scones, though I fear that the two are unlikely to become friends. In truth, I felt rather uncomfortable sitting between them! Mr. Horgo seems to be under the impression that Ferco is a spy of the Mathom Society - and was rather rude to him. Why must Marishers be such suspcious folk? I scolded Mr. Horgo's manner (as any host would), prompting some contempt and an abrupt departure.
Putting aside the rather unpleasant business of tea and scones, Mr. Horgo joined me this evening to study the coins. Assiduous cleaning of the coins has revealed much, but has also raised new questions. The centuries have tarnished the bronze, but they are still impressive to behold. On the observe side, a crowned head is stamped (I believe that it is the same King upon all coins in this hoard, but cannot be certain). Around the head is an inscription - written (quite unfortunately) in Elvish. On the reverse is the seven-pointed star of Arnor, accompanied by another inscription. A most queer and confusing chirography!
Tomorrow I will attempt to decipher this script, although it seems rather fanciful that sense can be made of it.
