Vinti

The rain was easing up,and the sun had lit up the sky enough to shine an early morrow over Annúminas. This night, the invading forces had crushed the stand that the wardens and rangers had made.

By fate or by chance, I have found and spoken with the Man named V.
The Wardens are eager, yet lacking in numbers to hold the invaders back by themselves. If we can find enough allies to lance an assault, we may have a chance to aid them before it is too late. The Wardens have excellent knowledge of the area and V. would offer this knowledge along with his blade.

Yet - we are too few. I cannot in my heart bring myself to ask a friend to join me to their death. Yet if we do not act we risk the death of many more...

My heart is torn. Have you any counsel to ease my mind?

Dear friend,

Thanks to our combined effort I now have a little more understanding of the threat the invasion of A. poses.
I shall not talk more about it in a letter. Let it be said that there is a Man who dwells in Tinnudir who might have more information, a Dunadan by the name of Vinti.
I have not yet approached him, but I believe he has an interest in the freeing of A. He would be more able to assess the situation.

I hope this letter finds you well,
-Nimlith
 

The dull light barely pinched through the brown sack, the only view she had since the night before. A firm hand guided her restrained wrists up a slope, of manmade road in stone, that much she could tell.

She heard the sound of white water, rushing beside them. She was tired and confused, the long walk here had already worn her down considerably.
The heat from the sun on the sack had her head cooking, with no fresh air to breathe, just the same,damp,poor air with just enough draft of ventilation that she needed not to pass out.