[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.
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.
The night was bright over the ruins of Echad Mirobel due to the sky being clear. The stars shone down upon the remnants of the past casting eerie shadows to those who watched through the darkness.
Hiril Elisbeth had arrived earlier in the evening and I now watched as she studied the book before her, its ancient pages cast a glow upon her fine features. Was there an enchantment at work or mere playful reflections of the fire I could not tell? But old beyond my years I knew the book to be.