Across the ford came a Ranger on horseback galloping like the wind, as he arrived at the borders of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain and was intercepted, he spoke quickly handing one of the Elves a scroll.

"This message is for your leader, Celebrimbor, from Nimtolien, Captain of the Rangers of Amon Sûl, if you could deliver it to him with haste."

And as quick as his words, he turned his horse in the direction he had come from and was soon gone from sight.

The message read:

To the mighty Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, son of Fëanor, Leader of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, Noldorin, and friend of old. I was most grateful for your generous offer to send us two thousand of your best warriors to help protect our lands and deeply regret that there was no time to forge an alliance between our two people. Yet, we have heard news recently, that the threat that once was apparent to us now grows closer to you rather than us. To return your favour I wish to return your warriors to you to defend their own borders and once our lands are secure, I, personally, will march east to provide you whatever aid I might and to formally declare an alliance between us should you agree to it.

I await your reply,

Captain Nimtolien, of the Rangers of Amon Sûl.

OOC: Paging /u/rogersterling16