Dolthafaer

Anarya, the 38th day of Yávië

It is evening now, and I am writing this at my desk, as usual. You would not think anything has changed - everything is in place as it always is, my room is (hopefully) neat as usual, and the constellations shine in the sky in a most familiar fashion. Yet I feel as if my entire world has been turned upside down.

The past few weeks had been long and exhausting. By some miracle, Belethoriel's party did not run out of supplies, and made it to Gath Forthnír alive, though spent and battered. Though Cúrandir had sustained no serious wounds, some of his comrades were not so lucky. Their healer, Laurelindo, had fussed over the injured, and became very irritated when some, like their quartermaster Ancalasse, refused to admit they needed treatment.

“They still have prisoners in the mines. The Rift of Nûrz Ghâshu.”

It was then that Dolthafaer started to believe that he would meet his end in Angmar.

Uilossiel rushed into her room, a giddy smile on her face. Twirling in front of her mirror, she fell onto her bed and buried her face in her pillows before letting out a joyous scream. Footsteps sounded outside in the corridor as her mother opened the door, clad in a dressing gown and slippers.

“Why, Uilossiel, it is late in the evening. Try to remember that some of us are resting, for the sake of decency,” Tinuilos admonished sleepily.

Cheeks flushing, Uilossiel nodded. “Yes, Naneth. Good-night.”

Cúrandir flexed a wrist idly, staring out over the black void that yawned beneath him. Five or six other elves were gathered around on the ashen-grey bluff behind him, all talking in hushed voices. He glanced at the other archer standing guard for the company - Dolthafaer, he had said his name was. Cúrandir had to admit that the other ellon had a way with the bow that spoke of centuries more experience than even he possessed.

Many things happened in very short time.

We are now in Angmar. The way to the doors of Angmar was... mostly peaceful surprisingly enough.

The day after we arrived, Ancalasse found us at the campsite. But then we separated. Lord Belethoriel went to the settlement of men, Aughaire. The rest of us went to find water.

I cannot believe how stupid I was when we left Imladris. Of all the things to forget, I left my sword on my desk. I mean… My sword ! I know I'm bad with a sword and that if I need to use it, chances are that I'll have better chance if I drop the sword and run for dear life but to forget it as I did… Stupid. Completely stupid !

"It was a very close contest," remarked the Lord Ambassador. He had returned to his usual place in the Hall of Fire, beside Sogadan, and was of the proud belief that he had averted a national catastrophe.

Menelya, the 53rd day of Tuilë

It could not have been a more splendid day for a tournament. 

The sun was high in the clear blue sky by the time Dolthafaer arrived in Delossad – the ruins situated in a glade not far from Imladris, pillars and walls of crumbling grey stone encircling a courtyard overgrown with wildflowers of purple and white and gold.