Anawiel

   Only when the shaking of the ground ceased and the echoing of the heavy footsteps started fading did the old elf stop running and allowed himself to catch a breath. Despite his prided agility one of the trolls, whom the group encountered, had managed to hurl him at quite a distance. He was badly bruised from the impact with the tree, and the pain was slowly emerging now that the immediate danger was over. His silver hair had turned almost completely dark red.

My Caun,

Norliriel and I have done as you requested, and spoken with Helcequen. While she herself is resting well in the Houses as I write this - Norliriel was there when I left, and may have stayed all night - the matter is... unpleasant, at best, and may require all of our scholars to unriddle. As well as the Lady Ambassador, Sileril, Anglador, and Sorontar are out of the Vale, as you know. But there is some urgency to this.

Valanya, the 6^th day of Hrivë