Those involved in any of the tales, or communicating with Danel* or others at Tum Escal.
(*Danel sometimes travels as Carnifinde.)
Our folk are in the autumn of our days here. For those who choose to remain, I hope it is yet a long and glorious autumn. But winter is inevitable. It is almost time for all the Noldor who will, to depart.
Narquelion. Fire-fading. It is the autumn of our people in these lands, East of the Great Sea. We Eldar have but a short time left before winter descends upon those who remain. Before we fade into memory and myth to the Secondborn.
Yet may it still be a glorious autumn!
And there are matters to attend here in Eriador, for those who have the wit and will so to do.