Thamas Lorn, 16th day of Ethuil
The new year has begun.
The early blossoms in the garden of Thamas Lorn have no sooner greeted the nascent warmth of the sun, and already we are faced with troublesome news! The tidings borne hither by Aearandir were not the most welcome to set us on the journey of this year. However, I am grateful the celebrations passed in blissful joy, ere the cloud of his news darkened the horizon that veils the days ahead.
Grateful too, that Glawaron has now donned the blues, and found a station of great worth within the herth! Though he tried most keenly in extensive battle drill to wield spear and shield in the manner required by the line, it was plain to both Durthand and myself that those arms do not sit comfortably in Glawaron's hands; where he excelled, however, is in the reel of the blade, the dance of the sword!
After some discussion, Durthand and I agreed that Glawaron's nimble lightness of foot and predilection for the sword are more suitably disposed in the role of a bodyguard of sorts, a sentinel for those of the herth behind the shieldline - those less versed in the art of close combat.
It was a pleasure to see the joy on Glawaron's face when he was informed of our decision! After his induction ceremony, he was deeply moved by the honour bestowed upon him, and spent some time in contemplative thought. His spirit ever is a spring of light...he is a worthy addition to the herth, and I trust a reassuring presence for Aearlinn and Gilaeron.
Yes...the ceremony and celebration are at an end; today, duty calls most urgently, and I must now set my mind to the coming hunt...
