I heard from my friend Elvealin that there was a missing Noldor. His name was Sergeant Daegond, code named Alice. Yes, a peculiar name for a male elf, but that is not important. He was last seen in the desolate span of beyond Bree, in that old shabby inn. I know there are dangers in that land. I know there is trouble. There is a rise in gaunt lord activity there. So, made the decision to pack my bags and leave to conduct my own search.
Us Noldor must stick together, right?
Well, I suppose I have selfish reasons too. The excitement. Honestly, I still cannot leave the old days of war behind me. How can I sail to the West and settle back in the peace of Tirion? I am bothered. Still restless for adventure. Who knows, maybe this will be last.
I shall take my white steed, Queleniel, and make way for the Lone Lands in the morning.
Signed,
Aurthiel.
