Silwë

I loathe sea travel — I have only rarely willingly set foot on a ship since I stepped from our ill-gotten fleet and passed into Beleriand with my brethren many long ages ago. Every time I must, I hope never to do so again until a ship comes that will willingly bear me to Valinor. 

I was born in Menegroth, but spirited away before the violence brought it down. I came of age in Arvernien, but after my sister wed, my father and I were alone. Mother would not leave her family home, in Harlindon, so we took to the road north, to find what awaited us.

Diary, I tell you truly, never have I wanted Lord Tindir's steadying hand more than I do now. I am no military commander, but a mere shipwright's daughter, steered by fate to these shores. Tindir is overly silent and reveals nothing of his plans until he springs them upon us, but he is not wrong. I have begged Himwen to send no message, for his plans must succeed. He must not fail in his current mission. Indeed, I deem no raven could reach him.

“Have you any duties in the valley, my lady?”