Chronicled in Duillond in Ered Luin of Eriador,
On this the 43rd day of Rhîw in the Year 3018 of the Third Age.
At sunrise today I rode again for Gondamon to deliver to Todsi the history of Thorin's Halls that he bade me scribe, and in return he gave to me some notes he himself had prepared. These told much of the Dwarven methods of assaying metal ores and the extraction thereof - which is ideal for I am yet studying the smelting of ore - and also various techniques for the shaping of blades during forging. The latter are much like those of the Edhil, but with some subtle differences that will certainly enhance my own crafting; and when I later showed these notes to Master Curubrannon he nodded gravely in approval (which for him is indeed high praise!)
I told him also of the opportunity I had been given to travel with Todsi's caravan to Imladris, and of this journey he also approved, for quoth he: "This is well, for much there is that may be learned in the House of Elrond from my friend Snár, who is there the Forge-master of the Forges of Rivendell, and who is by chance also a Hadhod; and in the sanctuary of Imlad Gelair can be found Crisdúr who is an expert in weaponcraft, and also Ruineth, a metalsmith of great renown among the Edhil of Imladris."
And he deems that should I be departing soon, then I must begin my "essays in the craft" yet sooner, and thus he set about teaching me the forging of divers simple daggers; and after my labours sent me hence to consult with Fanhir in Duillond, for as he said, no new-forged blade will avail me without training in its use, and he told me that she can assist me with that. This I did, and she agreed to begin my sword-training on the morrow when I have finished my day at the forge, and so little respite will I have for evenings in the library for some time to come.
Thus I visited also with Isferon while I yet have hours to spare, and I told him too of my forthcoming journey. Now ordinarily we speak of lore or Arda Hastaina and our hope for Arda Envinyanta, but my discourse tonight with Isferon was unusually cryptic: for he spoke of his former friendship with my parents in Menegroth ere the Second Kinslaying and the fall of Doriath in days of yore. Now I knew naught of this and naught thereof had he spoken ere this day, and much is my wonder at these tidings. But no more would he speak on this matter, save that it is his wish that I when I travel thither I should there present a letter from him to Forgamthan, an edhel scholar of Elrond's Library. Of him I have knowledge, for he it was whom my father would visit each idhrinn for the season of Iavas, ere returning to Mithlond in time to honour the anniversary of his union in love with my mother and my begetting thereof; and it was upon one such journey that he grievously perished.
And now as I write this entry in the sanctuary of my home, ever does my mind bend to this mystery and what of my parent's long history remains untold and thus is yet unknown to me.
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