[The feed turns on to show the Elvenking sitting in the gardens in a chair, a blanket over his lap and one leg propped up. Most notable about this picture is the cat-sized fawn sitting on his good leg, sucking and lapping milk from a rag. The little critter has been freshly bathed and it shows.]

This little one turned up in my locker. I have enough of his mother's milk to feed him twice, but no more. [And if you ask where that came from, prepare to be depressed and probably grossed out.] I understand some of you know how to make blood. If any of you might do the same with a doe's milk, you will save his life.

Merlin, I would speak with you in the gardens.

[The fawn's lapping tongue ventures past the rag and starts licking the Elf's hand. It stops a moment later and lifts its head to sniff at Thranduil's face. It gets a thumb stroking over the top of its head in return. The other hand moves to cut the feed.]

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Hello, everyone. I haven't had a chance to update this with information about the shooting, seeing as I was recovering from being shot. I'm working on adding it now.

To any new arrivals, feel free to ask any questions.

[The woman who comes on the screen is beautiful, certainly, but also a little.... unearthly may be the word. Even if the pointed ears weren't visible, it would not be difficult to realize that she’s not human. But her smile is charming and genuine and she addresses the network with confidence and poise, which she hopes is some reassurance. ]

Two months it has been now and still I know so few of you. The fault is largely my own- I will admit to being somewhat overwhelmed by the strangeness of this place. But it is a misfortune that is easily resolved, is it not?

Others have asked for your tales; I think I will ask for your songs. Tell me of the music of your worlds, friends, and I will tell you of mine. It seems a topic worthy of conversation and it may bring some comfort to those who have only recently arrived.