I received mail. The envelope bore the mark of The Imladris Council. As much as I enjoyed reading my next instructions from His Grace, Elrond, I wish I had not received one this time...
Lord Elrond seems even more adamant that I do not leave Eriador, yet, apparently there was some acts of corruption within Forochel, and since the other Council members are abroad, dealing with War matters, he had asked me to sort it out. Whilst I was preparing for the cold nights of Forochel, I remembered that Anarr said that Ilaru could've resides within Esteldin. I was curious, so I rode there instead. My steps were not far behind hers, she was a day or two ahead of me, but I could trace her travels as if it was only a few seconds late...
Eventually, I found her within Aughaire, embedded among her own people. I tried to talk to her, about that business deal further, yet she still refused my words, and I fear that she grows even more defiant towards me. It was only a few days ago that I saw fear in her eyes every time I approached or talked to her.
I decided to leave Aughaire, and to continue my travels to Forochel. I have just packed enough food to last me for the next fews days. I need not to worry, there is usually a trader or two along the roads.
Loor.
