Linnethril

The land blossoms, trees in fresh raiment green. The hare nurses her leverets and the birds tend their fledglings.

Dear Hirgonui

I see it as my duty to write a more complete report after the weeks I have been out in the Wild..

I am glad I met the Nethvaed Faerduin and Arnelloth in their training session, as it seem they are doing very well and I did not wish to interrupt the session.

It is hard to quantify how much has been done and achieved in recent months.. with many new faces in the Mithdirith many of whom have now received their “blues” our attention up till now has been Ered Luin.

A fragment of thought, penned in Linnethril's elegant hand. The page bears a small smudge: a trace of mossy green.

I hear her sound,
The gentle rustle of her hair;
The rubbing of her arms together,
Upraised, in praise of Manwe's kiss.
Her scent I adore, green and heady,
Brought forth from the land;
Her toes, burrowed in soil,
Hallowed by Yavanna's touch.