Amaken could not explain how he felt when he and Anastasiar returned to Bree-lands. Familiar sight of their home, its warmth and overall feeling of happiness and safety made him smile. 

The chill howl of the warg broke the night’s silence.

The woman turned to her husband, a questioning look on her face.

Night was falling on the camp of men not too far overall from Stangard. Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the camp, just close enough to a fire to have enough light to write.

"Benjamin! Get yourself in here and sit down and eat your breakfast!" The woman standing over the wood-stove lifted her voice above the sizzling of the pots and pans before her, and the clamor of a lively, summertime farm yard just beyond the open kitchen door. 

The day comes that Tolmen arranges with Illuvarion Silwë to gift the heirlooms collected from the ruins of Ost-in-Edhil  to Cirtamir.

“That really all you got-?”