I knew I would be leaving some day, but now this day has come. Nelson has sent me to the dwarf mountains in the North and I have spent the last two weeks there, enjoying the cold and the snow, but not so much the dwarves. They kept sending me around for stupid things like forgotten pickaxes on the bottom of a cave. Still, I had loads of opportunities to work on my skills while fighting linxes and bears. How nice it was, standing on top of a mountain, looking around at all that snow. It was not as much snow as home in Forochel, but still snow.

These are the words, Calathildir, Elneths brother, had for Adunzil when last they met, before he set sail for the Undying Lands.

Where are thou now, mellon nin?

For the past few days I have had terrible trouble with dwarves.

There are four of them who look identical, making it almost impossible to tell them apart. At first they just came and sat around my chair, staring up at me in a rather discincerting fashion. I found it extremely uncomfortable and simply tried to ignore them. They left after a little while.