Dearest friends, you have my sincere apologies for the lengthy period during which I have been out of communication. I have traveled with Thalya into the south of Eriador, to the wind-swept plains of Enedwaith. Along with a company of Rangers of the North, we have forged a path into this formidable but strangely beautiful country.
Our mission is of vital importance, I am told, but yet I feel as though I am just here to witness, and help with what I can. No matter — if I may lend my bow to the cause of the Free People, to these Rangers of the North, descendants of the Dunedain, I will do so. The Men of Enedwaith — they call themselves The Algraig — are a proud people, to whom I must prove my worth, before they deem me suitable to help. Outsider, then, I will still lend what help I can in their plight against the Enemy.
I am filled with a strange longing in my heart, and my thoughts are often elsewhere. My hope is that all at home will be as it has always been — peaceful, and safe. Be well, my friends.
Namárië.
