Cirdamir

Our horses are enjoying the grass in the shadow of trees and Cirdamir sleeps. I would imagine is the first good sleep he allows himself in days. I don’t think I saw him so happy, enthusiastic and restless before, not even in Lorien.  He enjoyed everything, with a smile bright as the sun, from ship maneuvers to countless hours of swimming, the wine that seemed to borrow the smell of the sea, and songs I never heard before, not even at the campfires in Celondim, from travelers seeking the Sea or bringing its tales.

Cirdamir reminded me a legend I read as a child. The story of Gurthang. So many similarities.. but is this an age for such powerful artefacts to manifest their good or evil power? Would the sword of a random Noldor soldier possess such spell? I was wandering Duillond when I saw Reiven again. Likely or not if Cirdamir saw such similarities I should warn her.

The air has that hint of chill to it that signifies the ‘fading’ is almost upon us. Though warm and bright have been the days of late, come aduial the stars shine in a cold, crisp sky. Some of the bird flocks are seen no longer over Lindon, having started their journeys south, to warmer climes. The land-bound animals’ fur grows thicker, and those who will spend the coming season in deep slumber are searching diligently for a place of safety to call ‘winter-home’.

It was a joyous sight to see my friends nay Brothers and Sisters! of the Watch, gathering with haste we convened on the edge of the Lonelands in a discreet but
not hidden place. Aearandir and Aearlinn had already made a temporary camp with greetings exchanged it was not long before Hirgonui arrived with several