Lothoniel

Hiril Lothoniel of Loth-i-Lonnath tells a story of Cuiviénen to the gathering as they walk. Here the procession pauses and she says, "Many strayed indeed and never reached the sea or even crossed it to behold the Blessed Realm. <She takes a moment to look at the group of elves walking the path with her> While our hearts may be set towards the west, there is much love too for what we have left behind in the east; Cuiviénen that is now no more.”

Lothoniel talking with Eldebaran and Arnelloth before the procession of lights.

Lothoniel, Ereimund, Arnelloth, and Amgaladh watch the river Lhûn from Duillond.

Loth-i-Lonnath rides to Meluinen to see how our friends north of Bree-land are fairing before going home to Duillond.

After a long ride, traveling nearly week (IC), we found a suitable camp in the Lonelands. We sang songs, played music, and had many discussions around the campfire.

After unsettling reports from Ereimund's winged friends, we decided to make an early camp while Mithdirith scouts move on ahead.

Loth-i-Lonnath leaves Imladris on a rainy day, traveling with kinmates and friends towards their home in Lindon.

At long last, the company indulges in wine and stories, the journey now finally ended. Still, there is much to do in the coming days, and the loss of the Mithdirith army at Tharbad looms over many.

The company arrives at the gates leading to Thamas Lorn, finally at the end of their journey.

Lothoniel leads the herth across the bridge and off towards the Rushock Bog.