Nenloth

**Any names mentioned other than that of Angoldor and Nenloth are not in-game characters, but names that we have chosen for the sake of our lore :)**

Through the ages, two houses have persisted.

Those of our kind dimish within the lands of middle-earth, sailing west or even falling to some foe.

 A deft hand guides a feathered quill as ink flows across the page, dim light flickering from a lamp throws dancing shadows upon walls crammed with books varying in age and size and an impatient tapping of nails on polished wood grows slowly louder. A frustrated sigh tinged with boredom emanates from the direction of the tapping. The scholar smiles in spite of himself though unwavering opal-green eyes remain fixed on the page of an aged leather-bound tome onto which he scrawls his notes.

Never did I believe that I would find myself comforted among the devices of the Enemy. But here we are, licking our wounds around a campfire among the Enemy's perch, and yet we quietly restrain our sense of triumph with grim thoughts of the coming trials. It's a sobering exercise. I sit here and write all that I can recall before my own unease and fatigue will lose them to sluggishness.