December 24, 2010
I apologize for leaving you with no explanation, but I was called away to do battle against the most dire of foes. Sauron himself called his Lieutenant to keep watch over former stronghold in the south of Mirkwood, Dol Guldur. With only twelve allies, I stood to face this evil, the Lieutenant of Dol Guldur. The grace of the Valar was with us and we were successful, for now, in driving this evil away from Mirkwood.
I do not know how long our success will hold, but for now, there will be a peace upon the southern reaches of Thrandil’s kingdom, and upon the world. I will return, successful, from my calling, as soon as I can.
December 10, 2010
My heart is wounded and I must confess this to you. The words you spoke were painful, though I understand that you spoke them for the noblest of reasons. You are indeed no fool, nor are you blind to the history of my Kin. Indeed strange fates may befall those Elf-maidens who take a Man as their mate. But such is not a death sentence.
I have not been given the gift of Man – I am counted among the Eldar and share the fate of the Elves. I will, one day, travel across the Western Seas to the Undying Lands. There is no way for you to influence that fate, nîn Meleth, it is so. So I say to thee with this in mind, your love will give me no death sentence. The only thing you will make me, one day, is a widow – and I am sure many before me and many to come, both Eldar and Edain, have borne that fate.
Already you have promised me companionship for the few short decades we would have together. Yet you say you would not have me, for you believe it will doom me. I say to you, it will not. The few years you have promised are worth a thousand, and I would carry these memories into the Undying Lands and thus keep them with me, forever.
Would you have me then? For I know, I would have no other.
Gerich meleth nîn, Haarland.
December 9, 2010
Suilad, mellyn. It is with a heavy heart that I write from the shores of Nenuial, the great lake of Evendim. I dare not speak too much, as though putting pen to paper will make the words real, but my heart aches. There are a thousand words I wish to say, but none would come at the time. Their time will come.
The silent ruins of a long-dead empire bear sole witness to my sorrow, as the lake glimmers under every star Elbereth has strewn across the sky. We spoke words to one another, but it feels as though these words were said by other people. Perhaps this is a dream.
And I have learned a lesson – as deep a capacity as I have for love, I have also for sorrow. Though as of yet I know not how I will right this, I will do so. There is no greater thing in this world than to love, and do so freely.
December 9, 2010
Friends, good tidings from Rivendell. Nothing makes my spirit feel lighter than passing through the gates of Imladris after so long away, and so many hard-fought battles. I return, now, to the waiting arms and smile of a friend, to the warm halls of the house of Lord Elrond, and much needed rest. Though I may still be called away to do battle at Dol Guldur — the Enemy’s Lieutenant still resides there — I find myself in need of comfort.
And it is with the blessing of the Valar that I have found it, here. Haarland awaits my company, and I shall gladly give it — we have much to speak of, many stories to be told, so my letter to you will be brief. Beyond words, I feel joyful. May the respite I feel now be with all of you in our home land.
December 9, 2010
My heart longs to return to Rivendell once again, as I grow weary of the Battle. I am close, and for this I am thankful. Deep within the keep of Helegrod, a great evil has taken hold. We battle forth against Giants, Drakes, and Spiders to do combat with the great undead drake Thorog. The wind is chill in the passes, and within the keep itself the air is stale and wet, clinging to one’s skin as if it were the cobwebs by which I feel surrounded at all times.
And then, Thorog himself, the great dragon, resurrected from death by some evil force. Against this monstrosity, twenty-four Men and Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits stood alike, bow, spear, axe and sword at the ready. The battle itself was brutal, absolutely exhausting, but we emerged victorious, the great beast slain before us. Now, I begin the slow journey through the mountains to Rivendell, once again, to inform Lord Elrond of the monster’s defeat.
Though my body is tired, my heart is glad, for soon, I hope, I will see you once again.
Namárië, nîn Meleth.
December 9, 2010
News from the East, my friends. The arm of the Enemy stretches long over the lands, and nowhere is the Shadow felt as strongly as within the heart of the former stronghold of The Necromancer in the south of Mirkwood. With a company of but twelve, I have ventured deep into the heart of Mirkwood to the very gates of this evil place, and entered Barad Guldur, the lair of the Lieutenant of Dol Guldur — a powerful and ancient servant of the Enemy.
We have called ourselves “Grace of the Valar,” for it is with their grace alone we will stand against the tide of evil that rushes through the halls of this forsaken place. Twelve Men, Dwarves and Elves to stand against countless incarnations of the evil that dwells there. But, victorious, we held the tide at bay to face the Lieutenant’s servant Dúrchest, a being of pure energy clad in plate mail. A long and tiring battle was upon us as he called his soldiers forth, yet one at a time they fell to blade and bow. Finally defeated, Dúrchest fell before us with a cry that chilled my heart.
Twin servants of the Lieutenant, Morgaraf and Cargaraf — who serve their Master with the powers of Shadow and Flame — fought long and hard against our small band, but the stars of Elbereth must have been on us, as they likewise were defeated. Exhausted and recovering in the smoldering wreckage of a once-great hall, we rest. The greatest Evil lies ahead.
December 9, 2010
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.