The search for ‘Discov Road’, where ‘Lady Addwyn’ and her friend ‘the Autumn Spirit’ were sure his own lady must be concealed, takes him several days. But, dirty, weary, and flagging in hope, at last he stumbles on a sign that restores it. As he approaches this little village on the outskirts of Bree-land, he stops a passing resident to ask if they have had any Dwarvish visitors; not only does she answer affirmatively, but mentions that there is more than one family that seems to here reside, on the surface.

Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the talan, enjoying the feel of being in an elven city. Caras Galadhon was perhaps not her favorite place to be, but its security was good and anything beat sleeping near or in a marsh, more so when a nazgul was around.

A light of mischief was in her eyes and she pulled her notebook out of her pack:

The sun set over the western edge of the lake. The well-to-do of the town went to their evening affairs, the poor went to the bars or their homes, and the street rats huddled against the wind in alleys and corners. All except one. A child crept through the shadows, the torn rags that were his only clothes stained black with soot from the blacksmith’s forges. He ran with a light gait over the rooftops, hunched over enough to be unnoticeable from below. He stopped on top of one of the larger houses in Esgaroth, carefully reviewing the plan in his head.

It has been a long time since I had used this journal. There have been many changes in my life of late and I oddly find myself thirsting for times past. The old game, I suppose it could be called. However, in the game, others get hurt in the process. I dreamt of laughter and music last night. Music that I would happily dance to all over again. In my dreams, I saw her face, Aldway. The one my Mother wanted me to look up to. The model child and so she fell from grace with me because of love.

Blink.

Wooden beams stretched across a floral white expanse of painted framework that lay above Dagramir’s prone body. The contours of the roof hazed its way into his immediate attention as he did his best to return to his mind some form of conscious ability.

Blink.

Lothlorien, 4 and a half years ago

Two Elves sat on a high flet in Caras Galadhon, sipping red wine and looking out over the city of trees below.