| Few events come to pass, of late. Warden's watch the passes, day and night; few tales come from either East or West; and the lands seem quiet. Nemben has, of course, grown tall - nearing my own height, I say! Malliel speaks of him, "My boy! Oh, you're soon to be wanting adventures of your own". But first, his studies must come. I do intend to teach him to write the ancient Quenya by the season's end. |
