As of late, things have seem to taken a turn for the worst.
I have received no word from Galadven, my Son. My only guess is that he is far from Eriador and could be at war. Teremonth, has already left for war! Iverwen and Craign told me. I am outraged that he did not consult it with me first. Although, Iverwen seems to have entrusted me with the care of my Grandson. He is in Lórien right now, being cared for by Iverwen's close friend, I should hope to bring him to Imladris, so I can raise him among my friends and people. He shall have a good education there.
There has been no sign of Ilaru coming out of Angmar. I think she is to stay there. I can only guess at this moment and time. I have given up my duties with... the Northern Folk. It is unloyal of me, yet, I have many of their battle plans that I shall send to Lord Elrond.
I have met this lovely woman called Eacanwyn, whom insisted I should call her "Cyre". Otherwise, I call her "Clucky", and she is adamant in calling me "Fluffy", partly because of the clothing I wear. Yet, I find it funny, and not insulting. There seems to be a positive aura about her that I grow to admire.
Loor Turindriel Elithen.
