Enter the Secondborn? Finrod has a very curious mind. I think this will be a rather boring commentary on Eldar-Edain relations.
Finrod
Year 310
I found them – Balan and his tribe. Understand there are other tribes of Man in the east who have yet made the move into Beleriand. Cannot wait to meet them all. Celegorm asked if I will be collecting trophies in the form of hides or heads in commemoration of the event. Don't be silly. You don't skin your friends, do you? It kinda ends the conversation prematurely. Of course, I dared not ask Celegorm if he has carried out any intellectual discussions with the stag he hunts for dinner. I mean – 'Say, mate, will you go better with a basil-lemon mix or a pepper rub?'
For starters, I will have to convince my new friend to change his name, given that 'Balan' is also the name used by the Sindar to refer to the Valar. Will not want Lord Ulmo to throw some hissy fit. I suppose I can suggest it to him the next time I drop by his campfire. Curufin is suggesting that I may want to have a frame set up in my study for displaying the heads of my prizes, just like the one Lord Oropher has for his petty-dwarf trophy collection. You Feanorion savages…
Year 311
Convinced Beor to change his name. Got myself another name – Nom the Wise. Need Gildor to help keep track of the names I have been collecting. Had a very interesting discussion last night in the communal baths about the physical attributes of the Secondborn male versus that of the Eldar. Beor is a fine specimen. Failed to convince him to bring his wife along to the baths for a comparison of the females of our races. Not really that keen on tying myself in marriage to any of the tribe's daughters but we may infer that their womenfolk are similar to us in the physical aspect (apart from the ears and this aging thing). Set one of our midwives to chat with Beor's married kinswomen to glean more knowledge on the reproductive side of things. I doubt they lay eggs like birds.
Year 312
Received complaints from our Nandor allies about the influx of Secondborn into their forests. Helpfully redirected the newcomers to Caranthir's neck of the woods. I am sure my dear cousin will not mind waking up to find new neighbours settled on his lawn. Or he might take a leaf from Oropher and indulge in a hunt. Perhaps I better inform the other Noldor about these Secondborn Children of Eru. Uncle's scholars (those who survived the Grinding Ice) are still debating on the status of the Dwarves as Children of Aule or Adopted Children of Eru. Yet they run for the door whenever I have them in the communal baths and I invite a Dwarf to join us in the soak. I doubt body-hair is contagious. Perhaps the next time they are here, I should invite Beor and his boys to join us in the tub. I bet any one of Beor's people are in better shape than those scholars. Perhaps I should direct the next lot of Secondborn to Fingon's place, as a little thank-you for seeing off that dragon back in Year 260. They could do with some additional warriors.
Year 355
I miss Beor. He is a good friend – witty and amusing to the end. Dying at 94 from old age seems a bit premature, but his kin reassure me it is a ripe age for the Edain. His sons and grandsons, unfortunately, are not as amusing as him. Perhaps I should start extending invites to Curufin again, just for his interesting bedtime conversations. Or perhaps Maglor… He does have talented hands and a good full-body massage will not go awry. Beor was losing his touch with age.
Year 379
I do not understand what Aegnor was thinking. Seriously. How did a routine patrol end up with you snuggling up with your host's niece under the stars? The last thing I need is Boromir (Beor's descendant) popping up on my doorstep for marriage negotiations over Aegnor and his daughter Andreth. Must have a stern talking-to with my little brother. I believe having half-elven children running about might just irk the Valar, not to mention irreparably sour the ties between our races. Not sure what Eru will make of it though. Somehow, I sense this will all end with Beleriand under the waves.
Caranthir narrowly dodged one potential romantic entanglement with Haleth of the Haladin. Showing up to save the day after her father and brother were killed by orcs did not go down well. I always said Caranthir has no sense of timing, but seven days late to a battle must be a new record. I heard from Gildor there were angry words exchanged and a slap before the lady took her people elsewhere. There goes Caranthir's chance at fostering a Mannish alliance. Better luck next time.
Author's Notes:
Finrod seems to coming up with excuses to get everyone into his baths and his bed. And boy, is he mistaken about Eru's plans for half-elves.