Elf

"You almost make me wish I'd gone with you," Mallenhadh said.

Lathrandir smiled. "I enjoyed my time and I intend to return; for now, the call of Eregion has grown too strong to resist."

"You'll enjoy that as well," she said. "I have some letters for a few old friends there--I don't suppose...?"

"I'd be happy to carry your correspondence."

She smiled back. "My thanks. Which reminds me...I have a gift for you. Wait here a moment, would you?"

I departed Evendim in sadness--though I plan to return there. There is beauty there, and I shall miss Nethrandir's company. It becomes clearer to me all the time that Men are indeed destined to rule this land once I and my kin are gone.

The following is a small scroll newly placed upon the Shelves of the Scholar's Stair. The Author you may not have heard of as anyone staying in Bree-town at this time, though the name is clearly Elvish. The hand-writing is neat with a quill-pen on parchment.

On the Calendar of the Elves
~ And ~
What Might be Considered to Improve It

The following is a small scroll newly placed upon the Shelves of the Scholar's Stair. The Author you may not have heard of as anyone staying in Bree-town at this time, though the name is clearly Elvish. The hand-writing is neat with a quill-pen on parchment.

A Treatise on the Geneology of the Dúnedain
~ And ~
Their Spread of Elvish Blood to Men​

In Celondim upon the running Lhûn
Dwelled Nendaer the child of the wood
Who spied Celebiel beneath the moon
And awestruck at her silver hair he stood
Her willow form and features fair and good
And thus the heart of Nendaer soon fell
The moment he first saw Celebiel

Tall and proud I' Hosse rides
Cross dark and wild places.
Behind Talfalco on his steed,
His pony has short paces,
For Halfling ponies are quite small,
Their size not built for races.

Lodhreth, he the warrior true,
Bids straight to make their pathing.
Talfalco, lagging, turns aside,
To find a cause for laughing.
And such a foolish choice did cause
What we in aftermath sing.