To lady Rainith and the folk of Imladris,
I have managed to discover proof that our captured Tur, Lord Anglachelm has been taken south along the Old King's road in Enedwaith. We have recovered his shield and sword scabbard, east of the kings road in a narrow and unmarked mountain pass. It seems the enemy attempted to pass him east of the mountains through there but they were caught in an avalanche which closed the pass. The avalanche has prevented their passage caused them losses. We know there are Angmarim and White hand men in the company that holds him captive and they head south. We are behind them by a fortnight. I believe they might be as far as the Isen by now.
We have come thus far out of sight and rather uneventful. I believe that will change once we enter Dunland and it is likely that we will need more swords to aid us. If the news and proof of our Lord's passage through this land would raise the hearts of any, those willing to help us may send word to me through the falcon which carried this message to the Valley.
Your servant, Parnard found us in the wilderness and he is safe with us. He has decided to stay and aid in our endevours. You need not worry for him.
Veryacano
Veryacano signed the bottom but his handwriting was quite inelegant since he had to write as he sat upon a rock. His falcon cawed at him from above. Hwesta was his name and he had perched on a branch of a dried out tree nearby. Ever a faithful friend to Veryacano, the bird was rather small compared to a hawk but it was swift of flight and gray of color. As always, he would carry Veryacano's messages across the land and was capable of finding specific people to deliver messages to.
Although Veryacano carried the wax seal he'd always use to seal his letters, their camp had no warm fire to melt the wax. This bothered him and his face soured as he folded the letter about itself. He was a creature of habit so he decided the letter could not be sent without a seal. It was still early in the morning and the company was just starting to get ready to get back on the road. Despite the chill in the air, using some dried leaves and a flint stone, Veryacano managed to get a small fire going without too much effort. He held the edge of the wax into the small fire and as it melted, he held it over the folded letter. He pressed his metal seal firmly on the melted wax, effectively sealing the letter and impressing a hammer and anvil signet on it. Satisfied with the result, he rose to his feet and whistled at his bird. Down it came from the tree branch and perched on his forearm. Veryacano carefully attached the letter to the bird's leg and gesturing at the Vanimar medallion hanging from his chest, he whispered to Hwesta; ''To Imladris.'' The falcon cawed as if acknowledging. ''To Rainith'' Veryacano emphasized. Falcon cawed twice this time. Then Veryacano raised his arm and the falcon flew away to the north and disappeared into the gray clouds above.
