Curugirion

It was a beautiful ship. Like many other of the vessels built by the shipwrights of Mithlond she was white like newly fallen snow. Despite being one of the largest ships of the Hardirith fleet, Ithilgalad was sleek, elegant and traversed the waves with swiftness rather than being bulky and slow. Her wooden planks had been masterfully joined together; even in high sea would not a single creak escape her.

- Those dreams you have - said Curugiron walking the cliff above Lhûn - when did they start?

- I believe fist one I had was just after meeting strange mariner.

- Mariner? Tell me about him.

This great hall echoes of bygone conversations. As if you can almost you can hear voices from the past.. You sense recent events, at the same time ancient ones. But it only makes you solemn when you enter the Halls, nothing more...The Halls are peaceful, a nice place to be. You are alone, but yet not..

The interior is impressive; it also reflects a warm glow from the fire from the three fireplaces. It always makes me warm and safe.

From winter till Spring

For the first time I can remember we have parted ways, the Mithdirith have two paths they will walk till spring. Heartfelt fond fair wells as brother and sister in kin go their separate ways. Lin Giliath was a point of parting this time.