Brasseniel

“A merry evening to you, cousin,” Parnard said to Danel. He had taken to calling her his cousin after she told him that he seemed more comfortable among the Noldor than his own kindred. Perhaps it was because he had Noldorin blood coursing through his veins, he thought at the time. It was a preposterous notion.

“Shall I make a necklace for your lady?”

This question made Parnard pause in his fluting and grow uncommonly thoughtful. 

Last night, Estarfin’s conversation, such little conversation the warrior offered, was full of dark tidings. He spoke of how the roads are getting worse and soon no one will be able to travel at all, and then he hinted at ‘utter devastation,' all the while smiling strangely to himself as he sipped his wine.

Dearest Gwanûr,

The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.

“I would very much like to tell my dear friend Sargiel why I must return to the Greenwood,”

It appears I do not have to cook much today. There are still much food after the feast of unveiling Anglachelm's portrait, and I have to get yet rid of some of it, somehow.

"I shall brush him as if the Dagor Dagorath itself would be coming! Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!" Parnard joined in. "Raolor was only jesting. As I thought," he said, glancing over his shoulder. Norliriel was hurt and being tended to a short distance away underneath an oak tree. Excusing himself to Ráolor and the rest, he wandered over to see how she fared. 

This letter is written with an exceptionally narrow nib, yet still the Tengwar are somewhat sloppy; the document was created in haste.