the north downs

...a week later, Pechel came. Lithuiele almost cried then--not only at the sight of another dear friend, but also at the several jugs of wine Pechel had brought along to replenish the elf-witch's stores.
    She invited her inside for dinner and Pechel insisted on cooking. Lithuiele was exhausted from lack of sleep--due to both her newborn and her fear of the mysterious chanter from her dreams--and let her have her way.

Written here is a lay accounting one fateful eve upon the fields of Fornost. It was on this night that Nimrond a Gelebaladh came upon a hound who had been captured by a cruel band of orcs.