Eliriael

Belegos and Danel rode silently back to the Valley. The elf sat atop his mount, Celegsûl, with his hood drawn up and his shoulders hunched slightly. As the pair wound their way down from the dell they had sheltered in the previous night, they drew closer to the morning mist that had not yet burned away from the Valley. The sounds of the Hidden Vale of Imladris were enough to ease the last vestiges of tension from Belegos and he drew himself up straighter in his saddle and his singular grip on the reins relaxed.

An updated, collated collection of the Stars of the Wilderness Chronicle.

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My dearest Eliriael,

I was gazing across the Anduin, trying to make out the outline of where Mirkwood began, when gentle Eliriael approached me in the garden. I was surprised to see her holding a letter out to me. Who would have written to me here?

I woke after what felt like a cold, endless night. It took a long time for me to orient myself; my eyes recognized none of my surroundings and the sensations that accompanied them. Soft linen sheets encapsulated me and a warm glow like the radiance of sunlight beneath a canopy of trees illuminated the large hall. I could hear the distant chirping of birds and the meanderings of a breeze.