'Celairant bears the blood of the Rangers of the North, and the name of a great hero is amongst his forebears, a Man I was proud to call my friend and companion. Perhaps Celairant is young as Men count the years, but then all Men are young by my count.

'In ages past, I honoured my fallen companion with a sword placed at his grave amongst the mounds of the Edain. It may be that the sword can yet be found in that place. It bears the motto Elvellon, or Elf-friend in the tongue of Men. Perhaps if you find the sword, that will convince young Celairant not to spurn my gift.'