Istuir

My training is progressing further, and the days turn lighter. The trees and flowers are in full blossom, the air I breath has a sweet scent, it makes me feel live and quite content.... In these recent days I have been working a lot on self-discipline. Twice a day I have worked on my Stamina and twice a day I have worked hard with my mental and physical strength.

Arriving, Istuir made haste to the Library where he knew scholars would reside, hopefully they would have some answers..

Entering the library Istuir’s eyes fell upon an assuming yet diligent looking Eldar who was busying himself with his duties, approaching he caught the attention of the scholar. Istuir introduced himself and quickly showed the books he had found. The scholar who clearly recognised the books looked surprised and then worried and then quickly asked where they were found.

I never really liked Bree. The grey town in the heart of Eriador was filled with old houses and grey brickwalls, a sign of an architecture of the poor. It was here I once came when I decided to move and care for my own.

The air has that hint of chill to it that signifies the ‘fading’ is almost upon us. Though warm and bright have been the days of late, come aduial the stars shine in a cold, crisp sky. Some of the bird flocks are seen no longer over Lindon, having started their journeys south, to warmer climes. The land-bound animals’ fur grows thicker, and those who will spend the coming season in deep slumber are searching diligently for a place of safety to call ‘winter-home’.

Suilad, Hir Halbarad.

I apologize in delay before sending the first report. The  Eldar host has arrived at Lin Giliath in good order, though it is certain that the Enemy already knows of their coming. Impressive a sight though their waving banners and loud horn-calls might be; it can have done nothing but alert our enemies to their presence.