Air rushed up and whipped about Egfor, pulling on his hair and clothes, biting his skin. He clawed out in the absolute darkness, trying to find something to purchase on, something to try and orientate himself. All he knew is that he was falling, and he wasn't sure in which direction. After what seemed like an eternity, Egfor impacted the ground. He fell into a heap of limbs and furs on the ground.

A vaguely blue aura entered the bedroom from an open window, the sun rays reflecting off of the moon, capturing the hue of the atmosphere and beckoning it inside. The stars were so bright - so vivid - that it joined the blue aura in the room and made it scintillate in a dream-like state.

Whilst his gaze was fixated on the dreamy light show happening in front of him, Burlnard found himself deep in thought. The air was peaceful, and he had finally found a moment of serenity.

It would seem that Fate has had a goal in mond for me that I never anticipated. My errand to prove my worth to Linglorel's father has set my path on roads that are strange to me. Though I have journeyed through the Misty Mountains in my errands for Lord Elrond of Imladris, I have never sojourned beyond them. I am eager to see what lies beyond the snows of these towering hills, and yet anxious of what I may encounter. I have heard naught but stories of the Vales of Anduin and the Dale Lands, and mere stories are hardly a preparation for what dangers may lie in wait there.

It's hard to tell what time it is in high summer. The sun stays up so long and rises so early. But it is dark right now. Bullfrogs are singing by the stream outside the window. I know I should be asleep but I'm not ready for sleep. 

It had been some time since Isulril had sent Lord Hathostaran on his way. She knew him to be gone, for her sources did not lie. It was a relief to have the man out of the town, out of the way and out of her life. For good, she hoped.