From the journal of Edëm Ustansodel
Nish be praised! Well there I was, out at the old tree-chopping grounds, and an adorable baby girl just popped out of me right then and there! Zefon and I have taken to calling her Obok Ezarlòr, or Obok Ez for short. The others have barely even noticed though, what with all the commotion from those elven traders who showed up recently. I don’t understand how anyone can take them seriously — it took them four whole days just to get their caravan into the main hall!