The guards to Rivendell had been expecting Luna to arrive like she normally did. But when she came flying into Rivendell, hair in disarray, and madder than a hornet, they know something had happened. She let the stablehands take her horse, and was off and running. In her hands she carried a small bundle, and a quiver. Elrohir and Elenwe tried to stop her, but she told them in no uncertain terms that if they delayed her, they wouldn't have a delayed death. She stormed into Elronds office, and slammed the door so hard, that portraits shook. Servants shook their heads.

Elrond looked up at the interruption, and in a moment, wished he hadn’t. He had come face to face with a very very angry Luna. She threw two wrapped bundles on his desk, as well as the quiver.

“Do you want to tell me what these are?!” She shrieked, eyes wild. Elrond opened the packages, and his eyes widened. He pulled from the package an elaborate silver crown, with twists and diamonds and one crescent moon in the center. He opened the other package, and there was a golden edged scroll that looked, and felt very old. Elrond opened the scroll, and looked at the unfamiliar text.

“It’s in Moontong….you know I can’t read it…”