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Letter of Gratitude to His Excellency Lord Elrond Peredhil



To His Excellency Lord Elrond,

My lord,

It is regrettable to say that recently the gathering taking place under your roof in the Hall of Fire has been a dull affair. Same songs repeating over and over, same elves performing the same dances say a thousandth time, conversations barely touching to any sense or bearing any fruit, 

However this last week I believe you have interfered to this problem personally. And very glad that you did. An elf appeared under the name Adanaethor. It was certain that this was a joke of some kind but we held our tongue for a while to see the plot developed. And it did! He claimed things beyond sense. Firstly he was a Vanya, born by the shores of awakening lake. Then he revealed a Morgul hilt blade, dug on Amon sul, and lastly he urged us to follow him to liberate Bree land from some evil.

Though some confusion first happened within the audience in the form of murmur first, then folks looked at each other and then it quickly turned into cheerful laughter. Of course why would a Vanya walk in the eastern shores as it is known that all has returned to Aman? Why would a Vanya dig the ruins of Arnor and bring a dark blade to your house, and show it to us and not you? Then since he claimed he is your close friend (and your senior by say several thousand years) asking to join him to liberate BREE-LAND from evil. Now that was a good joke. My lord at this point you should have heard the laughter in the hall was reaching to the high heavens. This comedian then acted skillfully as if he was really offended. We clapped after him!

Please accept my and several elves' heartfelt gratitude and thanks for this timely intervention. It was indeed rather boring lately to see Mirineth jumping in an out of the hall with a stick to pull faces only, or household servants shirking heir duties with serving food and people listening same love poems for a hundredth time just to pretend they had great entertainment. We had the entertainment this time, thanks to you.

Daegond of Hammer