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We spent much of our time at Numenstaya, working on the the walls and general 'light fortifications'. It would never be easy to take us unaware again. Ceuro, Barahirn, Yrill and Filignil all helped. Parnard gave much vocal encouragement. The girls gave assistance where they could.
But when we were able, Estarfin and I, and sometimes Parnard, took short rides out in Ered Luin, and to the edges of The Shire, which we loved. Just being together amid the beauty of the lands, and under the stars was rest for us.
The outline of a white horse may be seen on a hillside in the vale of An Abhainn Fhada ('The Long River'). It was accomplished by carving turves of grass to reveal the layer of chalk beneath.
The events that occurred at Gondamon have, I am sure, been well discussed by now. However the narrative of such things tend to take a life of their own, so I will attempt to outline the proceedings as I understood them. I am perhaps reluctant to include this all-to-familiar account of diplomacy between Elf and Dwarf, most of which was related secondhand upon my reaching the fortress. Yet I include it for its use in understanding the actions I took later.
Before the composition of any text, I have always held that the author must explain their reason for writing it. Why it is not kept in memory, why it is not simply told in conversation, why it is worth the use of parchment and quill. In this way it may be known to any who find it why it is worth reading. The purpose of these letters then is to show I have in fact not been kidnapped by dwarves.
I threw open the front door and ran towards the bear as quick as me spindly legs could carry me, bangin' on the cowbell and shoutin', 'Hoo! Away with ye bear!'