To Parnard Teludarion, once and perhaps again resident of Mirkwood:
A sennight having passed I again attended the gathering in the Hall of Fire, mellon nín. There were assembled some few members of Vanimar: indeed, it appeared to be something of a reunion for them. There was wine of course, and also a delightful-looking cake, prepared by one Telpenaro. (I thought to secure a piece and report on it to you, knowing your fastidious tastes, but alas, I was distracted and forgot.) Hiril Ealendil played us some marvelous tunes on her harp, attributing them to her mother, a native of Doriath. Even in the house of Elrond such tunes are rare, and it delighted me to hear them.
The elleth Raenamor was present at the start of the gathering, but garbed differently, and much troubled in manner. Someone said something to her that upset her and she left the hall in tears; when I went to see her, she was gone. The ellon who was with her last week, Celebrig, was also at the gathering, but he did not know what her trouble was. Such a drama! One hesitates to offer help, and yet it is hard to stand by and watch. I hope that she has friends in Imladris to turn to.
In the course of the night I did learn that this Celebrig hails from Felegroth. Perhaps he has news of you! I hope to see him again and question him on this.
I was also very happy to meet the keeper of flames in the Hall of Fire, Naltanro. Like the flames, he is warm and welcoming, and I hope to meet him again soon.
Lastly, there was a quiet, golden-haired ellon who left the party before I could speak with him. I believe his name was Eldironir. (You know my weakness for golden-bright gleaming locks, but I assure you, it was his character that interested me.)
Yours as ever,
Naerrin
