[Elen Ilúvitauri]

Yebasian slumped in the chair before rolling up her sleeves. "Ah! You never tell me these things! If i had known those Rohan farmers were shifty, I would have never put up with their complaints!" She sat up straight to face her cousin.

"So the roads are being watched you say, well its not me they are after its you, if only that monster of a man-"

"Yebasian, you must never speak of it!" hissed Scylla from the other side of the table. "Your mother is well, though your uncle died last fall, his heart they say. The travelling was to much for the old man. And that yearling is broken in and set among the other horses right for ploughing this year." she said.