The Journey began at Bree, Dalgaroth leaving everything except his one true love, Elswynn behind... All of the fighting and shouting, people judging him and attacking him...
Tinnunaer,
ae hîn en elin,
silivren felais peleth,
ae, hîn en Edhil,
gwanath erin-gaear!
A tiro nin, Gilthoniel!
Eledhrim, tiro an i Annûn
Elbereth, lend a fael,
ú-awarthamín in felais linnol, linnol ammen en Bar.
The coldest of winds had long been ravaging the land of Nevrast. It was not uncommon for the heather-lands to be beset by such a thing; being a land encircled by ocean and mountain. The Ered Wethrin lay to the South, cutting off Beleriand, Ered Lómin to the North and Belegaer to the West.
Well, I was recently at Imladris, revising some lore and what-not that I required. I just could not keep myself from admiring the sanctity of Lord Elrond's Library! It is surely one of the marvels of our time.
Lothlorien's security is first and foremost my priority, along witht he safety of Imladris, Falathlorn, Mirkwood and any other Elven Settlement. But, as you can see here, appearances can be deceitfull. For high in the treetops, lie my bretheren; ready to fire upon any who do not have the permission of The Lady, or the Light of Good.
Mirkwood was where I was sent recently, for two weeks; by the Lady Galadriel, to speak to Lord Thranduil and offer aid if needed. I was in my boat, searching the coast for Dol Guldur's Servants, and I was amazed that, even in death, Mirkwood is magnificent.
I remember seeing these upon my mothers cloak many, many years ago. So, as instinct has it's way with me, I drew this, hoping that memory serves me right.
