[Enfolded with this letter is a flower of a sort that grows not in Men's lands, shed naturally from its vine before being pressed and dried; in appearance it resembles a bundle of dainty traveler's-joy but blue in color.]
Bíld son of Bóurr to Maddoct son of Haddoct, cheerful and affectionate greeting.
The second letter was also easy to write, in that it was addressed to one I knew would consider well its implications, and not hasten to any conclusion afore time. I wished for some folk in Imladris to know more of my intended travels, just in case the threat was greater than suspected. So did I write and tell of much I had learned...but not of all. Some matters would remain between just a few … for now.
Hail and greeting, Khalis, Captain of the Warband of Imladris!
Yrill rode into Celondim shortly before we departed. It was fortuitous in more ways than one. She brought with her my mare, who I had stabled temporarily at Thorenhad, and she brought news.
The raven-haired huntress said that there had indeed been a great battle to the East. She was hesitant in her choice of words, not being directly involved herself, but I understood all she implied. Sauron may have been defeated. If so, it did not mean his forces had laid down their arms. Far from it.
A maethor from a far land comes to the hidden vale of Imladris seeking out the best warrios of the vale. His name is Khazim Basara.
He spoke of many things asking many questions such as how long the elves spent studying combat and how long a warrior would take up such a role. Khalis was not sure if his answers did scare the warrior off for he was not seen again in the vale.
After a very long journey Khalis finally arrived at the hidden elven enclave located within the caves of Avorrim. He left his steed to feed on a patch of freshly sprouted grass and made his way into the cave mouth where he was quickly greeted by two warriors who addressed him title and name. It seems he was expected.