The day started off so well.

I was reading when he came to see me. I was glad to see him unscathed. I was glad to see him at all! Given what Baecere had told me concerning a sighting of a smug-looking Davick, I had been certain that my love had fallen to harm, but into my room he strode as tall and proud as ever and my heart leapt for the sight.

Unsettling information from Godric needed my attention. I left him at the hill refuge - I judge it better for him to know nothing more. I made my way towards the ruined lakeside city, Annuminas they call it. As he said, they are there. I can almost scent them.

Suilad Father, It has been a good while since my last letter to you, I trust you are keeping well I have heard that the situation has not yet improved at home. Since my arrival at the House of Vanimar I have been made to feel most welcome, Lord Veryacano sends his warmest regards. My journeys have not been without incident, yet thus far I have prevailed if not by the grace of the Eldar.

The work he was put to up here was as hard as in the orc settlement. But at least it was outdoors. And the food was better. Every day he looked for a way to escape. He studied the behaviour of his overseers carefully, trying to find a weakness, a chink in their armour.

After a couple of weeks he was sure that it could be done. It would not be without risk. But he convinced himself that he had nothing to lose. So one day as he was put to work he decided it was time.

I must make this entry brief, for I am to make leave for my homeland within the hour. My love is accompanying me, as is my nephew Lahdir. Tinuvinil has more business to attend to in Eriador, but will be catching up with us soon enough.

I am currently sat in my guest quarters within the house of Lord Elrond, in Imladris. I retired from the Elven Assembly, which seemed unusually quiet, but a few hours ago. It is now time to go home.

Drevorin came to see me.

I had not expected that. I had expected my letter to him to go unheeded, ignored, but he suprised me.