[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

We are displeased with Brinniel's comments regarding our so-called "she-side". We have no 'she-side' but are, rather, numerous warriors banding together – the two most prominent of whom are named Eomer and Cailín. The mere suggestion that that aspect known as Cailín would be either more useful to the village in a positive way, or indeed so careless as to reveal any hint of inner evil, is demeaning to all of us.

Our recital of melodious poetry, under even the most dire circumstances, could possibly be seen as more feminine by uninformed people. Yet, as all wise elders know:

Of all these again not a man was taken until he were a prime poet versed in the twelve books of poesy. No man was taken till in the ground a large hole had been made (such as to reach the fold of his belt) and he put into it with his shield and a fore*arm’s length of a hazel stick. Then must nine warriors, having nine spears, with a ten furrows’ width betwixt them and him, assail him and in concert let fly at him. If past that guard of his he were hurt then, he was not received into Fianship.

So this shows that no sense can be gained from treating our words as those of individuals; for we are warriors of Finn and have but one way and one mind.

We are still mightily concerned with the behaviour of Brinniel; but also with that of Thinlómien, who has failed to see Brinniel's strategy of fake exhaustion as a damning indictment on her character. Instead she makes us the villains. Highly suspicious to jump quickly on those who would dare cast suspicion.

Aye. We have spoken.