Author: Hathalmir
Title: Piñga

I know my people are leaving this land, these shores. I am not still of Fenneth.

I know that this is a great evil that must be stopped. We are leaving these lands to the mortals, the men. Their ways, and laws. Their good, and their evils.

Think what you will dear reader of my wishes and my ways, for I desire simpler things than what the bane of Isildur would grant.

I know that I have been set at this time, in this place. This choice I must make, or all would fall.

And so, "You have my bow."