ethuilon

 Author's note:  This relates to background information rather than ingame events, and takes place partially in dreams. Narrators may be less reliable than they appear in the mirror. Not suitable for consumption by those who adhere to an extremely conservative interpretation of Tolkien's lore.

Content note: Contains oblique references to topics that some may find distressing.

Ethuilon,

Of course you've bloody left Rivendell. Trust a Mirkwood elf never to stay in the same place for long. I always wondered how your folk could stand all that moving around. I reckon it's a bit like your Noldor cousins feeling the call to the West, except for you lot it's more like "the call to be an incorrigible pain in the arse at every possible opportunity".

Ethuilon,

Spare me your apologies. I'd rather your sworn word that it won't happen again, and I don't care how harmless you think it would have been. One philosophical conversation is no basis for

Ethuilon.

That was a bloody foolish thing you did. I hope you don't need me to tell you that.

Your false leg is under the bed, and I've left you some water, though I doubt you'll need it. Would that you lot had been blessed with the gift of hangovers! Mahal knows you could do with a bit of discouraging.