[Amanaduial the archer]

On behalf on Aylwen Dreamsong...
Jemel walked through the forest, her hawk Aniram close behind. The Lady Galadriel had asked her, yet again, to inspect the borders and talk with the scouts. There had been strange people and things around the Golden Wood lately. Jemel strode through the woods until she came to the post of one of the smaller scout groups. The woods had grown thin, trees spreading out more as the forests of Lothlorien ended. She stopped suddenly as someone ran to her from behind the trees to her left.
“Mistress Jemel! Come to report?” the taller elf bowed and eyed Aniram.
“He doesn’t bite. Not often,” Jemel smiled as Aniram flew to perch lightly on Jemel’s shoulder. “Yes, the Lady has sent me to get tidings. Things of late have brought need of haste and worry.”
“Yes, they have. Not much here, but we received a message from the northern border asking for backup. We sent some of our men, and we haven’t seen them for two days,” the scout leader watched as Jemel wrote down everything he said on her parchment. Jemel’s ocean blue eyes looked up at the elf, wondering whether or not he was telling everything.
“Are you sure that is all? Do you need anything from the capital? Horses, food, supplies?” Jemel could easily send such things once she made it back to Caras Galadon.
“Would you be so kind as to send a horse or two? We came up here, not expecting to be here so long, and some of our men need horses,” his eyes began to search the woods.
“Certainly. Good day, be careful.” Jemel rolled up the paper and held it out. Aniram flew from her shoulder to grasp the paper within his talons. Jemel whispered something to him and he flew off into the woods. Jemel smiled and bowed to the scout, and then turned around, ready to make her way back to the capitol.
Jemel walked slowly back through the woods, contemplating the goings on throughout the area. Just the day before she had been out to the eastern border, and news came that a band of wild men had been wandering in the distance. Many orcs had been in the area too, coming from ways of Moria. Of course, any of the disgusting things stupid enough to come close were killed, for no foul orcs had ever been into Lothlorien and lived. These tidings were disturbing, though. According to other messages from some of the other nations, things elsewhere had been going astray as well.
“What a world we live in.” Jemel spoke softly to herself. She was more than halfway to Caras Galadon, so she ran the rest of the way to the Golden Woods’ main city.