Tindir

The bowstring snapped and the arrow whistled through the air until it hit the target with a satisfying thunk.  Dolthafaer barely noted its position near the center before he knocked another to the string. 

It had been a day since the hearing of Estarfin by the Cauns of Vanimar for his disastrous foray into the Hithaeglir. 

This day a Council meeting was held to hear an account of the actions of Estarfin, formerly Sergeant-at-Arms of the Order of the Hammer, so that we could hear what was done, and why it was done, and give our recommendations to Lord Anglachelm.

Sir,

This morning I went to the Forges to see Lord Vorongwë set out leading a goodly number of people southward for our Lordship, and the Hound amongst them. The Fountain Lord ordered the company to make haste and not to wander from the road, and if anyone went missing he would not give orders to look.

'The roots are good if they be broken and drunken for them that spit blodd and are bursten.'

Last night, there was much talk in the Hall of a band of Men encamped outside the Gate of the Valley, and some thought they were refugees, fleeing the darkness, and others thought them a group of roving bandits, and some thought they might be supplicants, messengers sent to ask for aid from Lord Elrond: arms, or stores of food, though I thought this year’s harvest a bountiful one, as there was plenty of rain and sunshine, in proper amounts.

This day I was forced to leave my chambers, concluding it was unfit that I should ask Linguleth for a dancing lesson, and not be present, even if Maephaer should not attend; and so resolved to go by myself.

What a grand night it was. She thought back of the warmth in the Halls, how old friends had come and enjoyed a glass of wine and reminisced about the past adventures had. A night of poetry, music and good food.