Rivendell

After the successful attack, it was time for Ornessar and Calaerneth to return to Gondor. Katrandil, after all, was still missing, and Ornessar had to let King Elessar know of the success of the mission that was given to Nos Ornessë. A long way they took, and they travelled through Eregion, Dunland, Enedwaith, the Isenford, Rohan, and at last Anórien. It was a long journey, and it took many days for them to finally get to Minas Tirith.

It was the middle of the night, Uruniire, tired of the Bree-lands, longing to be in elvish lands again, got up out of bed, put on his purplish-blue and green tunic and trousers, wide-brimmed hat, blue, with a massive feather in it, and pack, stuffed to the brim with books and scrolls, some rations, a coil of rope to scale the High Moor just outside Rivendell, and a small dagger for defense, and grabbed his staff. Then he left the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He went to the stables nearby, untying his horse from it's post, and was off.

I almost forgot about my journal.

We've been in Rivendell for some time now. I can't rightfully say how long but Thorontir assures me that he is keeping track of the passage of time here since it is easy to forget.

Many things happened since Katrandil became and Ornessar took separate ways, but that is another, very long story. But they met again, in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, where Katrandil had built a small refuge for her and her ranger-friends. 

Ornessar was simply scouting the area when he heard Kat's voice in the distance. He approached and greeted Kat, asking if she was alright. She replied that she is alright, but they needed to leave quickly and for a long time. 

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
Page 3

The Keep still stands, and the bridge is still tread by folk i can call friends.
It's now that I'm alone, and i've found some peace that I sit and feel more at home with these duties. I have yet to feel like I've earned this Captaincy though, and to firmly lay claim to it, I must have it acknowledged.

“I would like to reconsider,” she found herself saying to Elrohir.

He glanced up at her from the piece of parchment he was writing on, lowering the quill in his hand. Elrohir sat back in the simple wooden chair, waiting for her to speak.