Gift

This note was found on Branalph's pillow the night following his Oath-taking, in which he became a full member of Vanimar. It was placed next to a leaf wrapped around half a dozen wafers of lembas.

Aiya Varandalqua!

["To Master Vagnur" an elf bowed and handed rolled parchment which had seal with picture of what looks like a fountain on it. After that he holds small bundle and offers it too with courtesy nod and steps backwards a step. "Hir Fealivril asked me to bring you these as soon as our crafters had finished that", he nods towards the bundle and bows quickly and is already on his way.

To:

Mr. Brablo Boffin

Boffin's Burrow

6th Brookbank

The handwriting is scratchy and shaky, but fully readable, with no possible mistake in the words of the letter.

My dear oath-sister,

*An elegantly decorated giftbox, tall as an average man's knees, is delivered to The Prancing Pony. Barliman leaves the giftbox beside the front door, visible to anyone who's spacially aware. The note reads as following.*

Dearest patrons and greatly-missed friends, 

Inside this box is an assortment of gifts that i've gathered specially for the patrons of The Pony. I would like to inform you that I am very safe, and enjoying myself quite frankly down here. Unfortunately, I cannot reveal my whereabouts for classified reasons. 

A sudden stumble and a lunge forward made a disastrous idea. Only the reflexes of a trained warrior prevented a crash into the polished metal pane serving as a mirror. Sinking eyebrows and a resolute “Hmpf!” uttered before returning to the previous position. How long had she been practicing now? And how come a simple movement such as the most common dance performed in the Halls of Elrond would best someone like Himwen? Granted, she was not the best warden around, but she had her moments of accuracy and grace on guard, protecting the ones left behind.

...he took my hands, they were warm and he held them steadfast like it was for the last time.
His eyes never looked so clear and deep blue before,  and his face looked so soft under this red sky that colored the water red behind us... The tree branches made a soothing sound that built up a tension in the air. I felt slightly uncomfortable and a little nervous...

He began to speak....prepared words that felt so formal and serious. What did he want?

On sprinted the Noldo-maiden toward the Camp of Ruidhriel. Her true intent known to none but herself, she smiled in the rising light. Dawn broke freshly over the threshold of the red-coloured stones of Sirannon, the rocky hills and tall gargantuan boulders towering over the small, slender, yet rather broad-shouldered figure who was sprinting at her own balanced pace towards the discoloured and worn tent of Ruinedhriel. She could see the smoke from the campfire wafting over the red sky of Hollin, and finally her feet came to a stop before Ruidhriel.