Valindal

Two years would pass since our time trapped within the Cave at Nan Tornaeth... Two years our relationship blossomed into something no one expected... and little approved...

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann went a walk to Rossethor and Nimeway's house.

I arrived at Ost Guruth by nightfall, which means it took me about to days to cross the Lone-Lands. After my incident near the Weather Hills, I decided to travel without stopping towards this place. So far, this doesn't look like such a bad place at all. I mean, the folk is as sad as the one at that inn where I stayed, but at least there are more of them, and it is always nice to see someone. I think I'll rest here for a bit and ask for directions, before heading towards the Last Bridge. 

It has been several months since my untimely arrival to Imladris. The culture of the Elves is something you would not see in any of the cities or villages of Men.  Lord Elrond and children, Elladan, Elrohir and his youngest, Arwen would show me the same respect they would show their own kin. Arwen would seem to ask questions often, wanting to learn more on the Dúnedain than she knew already.