Deep in the hilly forests of Emyn Uial, Eira decides to stop running and simply enjoys the serenity of nature. The waterfall refreshes her, clenses her, as she breaths in her new life as a different person. She was born and raised here, despite never being here before. She was lost here, but it was her home. She smiled and the waters bathed her. This was Eira. She was Eira. Eira was home.

01 - The break

The commanding officer of the rohirrim patrol looked around the tight, shallow valley. Rocky slopes were in contrast with vivid grass covering the ground. Boulders were growing unevenly from the surface, some of them big like a bull, others almost like a mead-hall.

00 - Always a stranger, 2/2

Two men were sitting in the patrol officer’s office.

It was rare, of late, for Telpelir to steal a measure of solitude in the valley of Imladris. Not begrudging Alphel nor Gwaun their presence, of course, the solitude he sought was that from edhil. Perhaps it was a strange quirk of his, a bizarre contradiction, to be one who so adored applause and company, yet desired at the same time to be left to his own devices.

Telpelir, personally, considered it a never ending battle between nature and nurture.

Her gaze, she had been told, was bold, especially for someone so young. When she had been a maiden of no more than twenty years of age, a certain Lord Handrynhad had found it so.

"Your eyes, they are like water icing up in the North. I fear they may weep or freeze me to death in turn," he had said all those years ago. She had thought little of it at the time. She was vainglorious and proud as a peacock then. When she had found his attentions, it made her feel less the farm girl and more the sophisticated woman of Dol Amroth.