Manadhaler

I have received a most surprising correspondence this evening, and have need to consider it deeply.  Having travelled west and north on errantry, I am now returned and quartered in the home of the Lord Elrond as I write, bearing news of some import to him - but this be not what I write of, grave though it be.

Nay, rather, upon my return, I was soon met with a runner who bore a note for me from the Lady Manadhlaer, who had apparently penned an answer for me directly, only to be thwarted by my own quick departure into the Wilds.

A letter arrives at the desk of the Lady of the Pillar [*], written in Doriathren of old. The flowing Tengwar handwriting of Ealendil is quite distinguishable.

With the letter follows a small package containing score sheets carefully tied together with golden ribbons [**].

To the Lady of the Pillar

Dear Lady Manadhlaer

It is late afternoon when Maedhrathin arrives at the small meadow leading down to the lake of Hidhuinen. The air of the vale is still warm, despite it being the season of Rhîw. Finding a comfortable spot he sits down to wait for the arrival of Ealendil, savoring the last of the warmth of the afternoon sun.