Oh, the tea was great; Auntie Iris is still baking the best extra deliciously tasty biscuits in the whole Shire. And she was grinning like a Breeland cat when I gave her the recipies I collected on my travels.

A week has passed since my last entry and so much has happened since. It all started the very next day. I was woken by a tickling of my nose, which may have been the sunrays promising a warm and pleasant summer day - but it may also have been the most delicious smell of catfish pies. When I came into the kitchen, I couldn't believe my eyes. On every spot you can imagine there was a catfish pie for cooling.

And so I was asked...myself and Calenglad have never seen eye to eye on most matters, yet there is a grudging respect for one another, he plays his part well and commands a measure of order and respect amongst the wardens here at Tinnudir. I pass through, when needed, often alone. And so it was that I expected to retire by a makeshift camp, at peace with my thoughts as I look upon the blue lady's realm. How I love her beauty, and that which she weaves upon Nenuial's waters at the twilit hour. And so I was asked.