Dearest Faerind,

I hope you are well, though I have no idea if you have already left the Valley, by now. If that is the case, I have asked Ada and Naneth to keep this until you send word back to Imladris of where you are, and if letters can reach you. Anyways,  I will try to keep this short and to the point. We left Imladris two whole days ago, and stopped in Gwingris last night. The ruins - oh, I know we have come here earlier, with Ada and Nana, but it is not the same. Eregion is a very somber and mysterious land, full of mysteries and memories of the past Age.

Valanya, the 18^th day of Coirë

Dear Cae,

What do you mean, you are going on a birb bird rescue (sorry about that, Turdor jogged my arm)? Are you serious? I know I asked for cheerful stories... but come on. A happy picnic-trip to reunite a courier with her beloved dove sounds a bit far-fetched. I would have settled for an account of a good party!

Erion.

Elenya, the 1^st day of Coirë

When Aurineth and the others had set to Gwingris to search for her Dove, Alagos, Annúngil had headed South on his own to scout the paths that lead to the mountains. He took the old road, making good speed on horse. He kept an eye out for any bird, but he did not sight a single dove; there was an unnatural number of crebain.