Dunedain

Word reached me today that Oaksford and his band of companions have passed Lake Evendim unscathed. 

I'm surprised their passing came to be without troubles for all the wicked intentions of these would-be lawmen. I do not know whether senses finally reached them or if my allies were able to dissuade them from any action before it was too late. It does not matter to me now, what I know is that peace has been maintained. 

Amdarath and Galrondor were standing near the bridge in Meluinen, looking at the map, making notes and routes on it.

-We will get here and raid them, their force doesnt''seem too strong but looks can be deceiving. said the Ranger to the Elf, Galrondor replied and drew two lines left and right of their destination.

His silent steps took him close to an abandoned farm and he stood next to the wooden wall of the house, motionless, listening to the wind which was blowing softly into Kingsfell, the sun was setting and the sound of a cow was heard from afar. The Elf lifted his head a little to listen even more carefully and then suddenly and with three quick steps he grabbed the ledge of the roof of the house with his right hand and leaped up, landing on the roof and kneeling on it, that moment a group of men passed near the house.

The brass tool poked the logs into the fire to allow it to breathe and become stronger into the freplace, the fire crackeda s if satisfied and burned stronger. The satisfied Hobbit then hanged the poker on the nail that protrudes from the fireplace and turned around victoriously to face his wife, as if he did something hard.

So here I am, Tinnudir after all those years. This place means much to me as this is the only place I really call home. It might be weird for a traveller like me to call 'a town' home but I was born here. Many years passed since I last have seen the Nenuial Lake and walked these paths. Yet I have no time to enjoy it all. We will leave this town in the morning and sail towards the ancient city of Annuminas. So many things to do and not enough time for anything. It makes me sad but I know that someday I will return and settle down in these lands.

The blood was still dripping from his double blades as Galrondor approached the injured bandit whose right arm was missing, he had cut it during the fight earlier, Amdarath's arrow flew by the elf's face and struck another bandit. He had just appeared from behind the tree that the injured man was laying against, the brigand fell dead with a thump, next to his live friend. "Now they are all dead." exclaimed Amdarath as he nocked another arrow and pointed it at the man.

-This is most troubling, said Lord Elrond and put the piece of parchment down on his desk, he looked in the eyes of those around him and pushed his hands against the desk to get up. Calmly he walked to the window to look outside, just the moment when a light breeze blew to his face, he closed his eyes and breathed in, thinking, unexpressed. The Elves in the room remained silent, standing upright, their expressions wouldn't betray what was going on in their mind, if they were thinking or not, they just stood there.