Failindo

Meanwhile, as Belethoriel and his men continued their search for the missing Themodir, Parnard kept himself very busy.

The day… Well, it's a bad day I believe. Oh yes, it began well. Until the group heard about an elf possibly lost in the area where we saw the trolls when we arrived here. Then they left.

And they come back… With Failindo's body. He's dead. I have known him for so many years… Since the fall of Eregion, around 3000 years ago. He was my dearest friend and my family, as I was his.

Laurelindo was sitting at his desk, eyes lost on, but not really seeing, the piece of parchment he has been darkening with his handwriting. A tired sigh escaped him while his thoughts went in circle, darker and darker. 

The fire joyous crackling take him back to the present time. He sighted one more time and came to read again his letter to his long time friend :

"To Failindo,