I am weary..

[Lucerne]

Greeting's fellow elve's i am Lucerne of the sindar...

My bow and sword arm are weary of killing orc's and gobblin's..i would deem it an honour if you would let me rest a while in your fair forest of light and majesty...

I would know you better,if i may be so bold...I will have a talk with you each night after i have rested after my daily orc hunt..

I have far to go yet to join my brothers and sisters in the new fellowship i have deemed to join..the rangers of middle earth..i have it on first hand knowledge it consists of dwarve's Elven fair folk as we are...Men and Hobbits..strange though it first seamed to me..i new my heartlay in wandering and fighting the evil servant's of the dark lord...*sigh* enough about myself..i deem i forget my tongue at time's..let us drink and talk of thing's to come..

[Lucerne]

I must be more weary than i thought my scribes have been done in the wrong area..my forgivness please mistress of the fair wood...

[Ecoress]

It is good to meet you. And no worries, I will move this to the proper board.