I was prepared to head south into Eregion. It was dawn as I rode along the banks of the Bruinen, up the steep slope, and crossed the fallen tree-bridge past the waterfall. Before me the cleft, and the trail I would follow.
Yet I paused. Something was not right; I know not what. Some feeling of uncertainty, of apprehension, had come over me.
I wanted to press on, but I could not ignore this. I still cannot say what caused me to turn back, but turn back I did, and rode slowly all the way back up the trail to Imladris.
I did not, however, unpack my things. I took this as a sign, and turned straight west. I rode hard through the Trollshaws, all day, and through various paths and with few stops I made my way west and north, to Evendim.
It was raining when I arrived in Tinnudir, which did not improve my first impressions. When I explained my connexions, however, to their brothers in Esteldin, the rangers were willing to row me out to the Eavespires. I bore several messages for the elves camped there, and wanted to deliver them quickly.
This, I quickly learned, was my best decision. I arrived near dawn, and when I stood on the shores the rain ceased, the skies cleared, and I turned East to behold the most glorious sunrise and the towering silhouette of Annuminas.
I am certain now that I will remain here for some time.
