Anglachelm

Continued from: Leave of Absence and Orders to the Hammer Lord  

He was silently listening the report.

Surely, here is a picture worth painting,  Parnard thought. There stood Lord Anglachelm, the noble lord of his household, crowded close around by a group of admiring elves. All were gazing in wonderment at the marvelous pendant crafted for him by Elvealin.

To the forges I went, and there I did find several people of the House of Vanimar waiting, Master Elloen among them, who was also taking his Oath.

I do not know how to begin this, as I do not know who will read it. At times I have seen others writing their own thoughts in such a way, and perhaps it is only now that I see the value of such a record. For even though I have no great wisdom to pass to those who come after me, I would still have them know of me. Maybe writing this down will grant me a little peace before the darkness overtakes us all, and the world ends in ruin. But how to start, that still eludes me. What would any wish to know of me?

In a few days I shall mount my horse and depart for the Greenwood with the Lady Danel, Rainith, and Belegos; and being anxious to write a few lines before my departure in order that my lord be acquainted with the exact state of affairs, I beg l

Continued from Letter to Anglachelm and Veryacano: esteemed Lords of Bar-en-Vanimar

Continued from A Word In Sogadan's Ear

In the Hall late today, but had no wine as I have not settled my bill with Sogadan yet. After a little angry talk, I have concluded that he is the most ill-humored, miserly elf that I have ever met in all my life. The Hound Daegond was here earlier, and though I did pretend not to notice him over my book, he stood at length glowering with those dark eyes of his until I was near flummoxed, and had to acknowledge his presence.