Today I had come with my companion Pengon, a kinmember of mine, to the harbour or Celondim, intent on discussing some things. My active nature got a hold of me as we walked around the refuge, talking idly over matters.
Pengon had claimed he had found Agates, abandoned, and polished in such craftsmaship that it twinkled as brightly as the nighttime stars. I was only dimly aware of his ravings, admiring the view of the River Lune, which reflected the sunshine onto the buildings towering above it. I ran some thoughts in my mind when suddenly, I lost my balance over a cliff, and slid a tiny distance down.
"Are you alright?" Pengon asked, alarmed.
"Yes, i'm fine! You can jump down too." I giggled.
After this false alarm scene we hurried to Duillond, where we met a few adventuring Elves. Pengon claimed he had business to do with the agates (he said he needed to create a circlet for it) and left me to accompany these three elves as far as Needlehole. They wanted to see Bree. Unfortunately, I, greatly disliking Bree-town and it's folk, repented and told them the dangers of Bree. They still seemed to want to go, so I left them be, and after a hurried apology I said my goodbyes to them and left.
as gwathodh?"
