House Bar-en-Acharn gathered their mounts and themselves outside the ruins of Ost Barandor, looking to find their next path on their hunt for the missing Cutch Crane.  The light was already fading into the gloaming of the night, the shadows deepening beneath the trees.   

Much has transpired since my last account, but much of it is cause for joy. My last account was penned in Bree-land, and since then I have escorted Linglorel Tindomiel across the Lone Lands and the Trollshaws into the Hidden Valley of Imladris. Our journey together was both joyous and apprehensive. While I found such joy in her company, my heart was heavy knowing that my desires seemed to be beyond me. I believed that only Lord Aragorn was destined to wed a daughter of the Elves. And yet such hope lingered in my heart.