Order of the Seven Adventures

Friths finds herself in Gwingris aiding who she can with healing herbs that she and the elves have gathered to give to the wounded soldiers. She looks up to see a horse and without it's rider...she takes the note and reads it. It's from Sybri! 

The sun had set only about an hour ago, as Balgolin left the Prancing Pony through the Hobbit door at the back. He had swung his rucksack casually over his back with only one strap over his left shoulder, and kept a tight grip around it with his left hand. His right was resting on his hip as he stood in front of the door, looking up in the sky and taking a deep breath of the cool and clear morning air.

It never failed, if postman left something for Alkawen, the little colourful bird announced the arrival or parcel and letter with pleasant, musical chirps.  That morning was an exception, however. Nibellam chirped noisily until the Hiril went to the box to retrieve the day's delivery.