September 3, 2001 - The Tale of the Ancient Noldo and his Lore
Sit back, listeners, and enjoy my story. A long time ago, when I was still a young (and somewhat more slender) girl, I much enjoyed travelling and exploring Arda. Many times my curiosity had nearly become fatal, and at the time of this story, I had recently been into an argument with some thieves on my way back from the evil city of Tharbad, who wanted my money - but that is another story
*Niya smiles as she drinks from her water skin*
Hence, I had a few wounds and my mood was blackened after the incident. So I decided to venture around more known areas where thieves are rare and dangers less likely. I travelled through the Shire and as I came close to my wonderful home city of Harlond, I discovered a small hunting camp near the great road. It was not easy to spot, but at that time I had learned a great deal about scouting and tracks, so I followed the almost hidden path up to the camp. It turned out that the camp was elven - and more or less permanent too - and the people there were very friendly to me, offering me seed-cakes and salad - and even a delicious honeycomb. Ah, I have a weakness for honey - I love the sweet taste and the wonderful addition it makes to the bannocks which a sweet clumsy giant once told me how to bake - but that too is another story. I ventured around the camp where I was invited and it was indeed well organised. Tents and even a little church was there. Also there was a small refuge, where Aldereon the ancient Noldo was standing. I had head about him, but never actually met him. He looked impressive indeed - and he had a faint glowing aura around him, as if he was untouchable. I wanted to show my respect for him and his kind and bowed deeply before him. He smiled to me, asking if I knew anything about herblores and soon he was telling me about the lore that I mentioned before. But he would not share how to make the magic lore with me, unless I helped him too.
Ah well, I did not mind helping an old man with playing postman for him :o) Little did I know how many letters it was exactly. He gave me a letter telling me to bring it to the priest in Forlond. I got a taste of his delicious brew, which encouraged me to deliver fast. So I rode on my pack horse to Harlond and just barely caught the ferry to Forlond from there.
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