Artewen

Oh, my dearest diary, my companion —

Hope has come at last, in the shape of a Dúnadan Woman from the north. Her name is Artewen and she gives me, for the first time since Lindon, hope that my husband’s brother yet lives. 

I must scrawl this in haste, but the bandit-camp in the Arnorian ruin is as deserted as sunken Beleriand. More, a tall ellon calling himself “Alice” (note to self, that is a female’s name) returned to that horrible inn with the hole in the roof. 

This message, tied to the leg of a raven, was clearly written in great haste. 

Dear Artewen,

I write in the utmost urgency, hoping you can help me as you once helped my friends in Dunland. 

Telpenaro is the one who gave me your name. He said to implore you to come to the home of the swans, but bring no horse crackers. 

Your reward shall be great indeed if you can assist us. 

Yours, clinging to hope,

Airesarë Celulinda “Manadhlaer”