It was a some hours before the dawn in Ered Luin, nothing was heard in the neighborhood and the air was chilly. Fion had awoken for some moments now and walked outside, he turned left as he exited his house and stood on the ledge near the waterfall. In his hands he held a box, full of the rings he ordered some months ago, the rings with the banner of The Fateless Wanderers carved on them.
He stood there for some moments and contemplated about what happened so far and what is going to happen, he thought how his days were different from his nights, about the changes in his life, the past and the now. Eventually he took a ring and put it on the fourth finger of his left hand, he drew a deep breath and returned to the bed, he didn't want to stay away for long.
As he crossed the path to the door he looked at the ring and admired the craftmanship of the Dwarves. He put the box on the desk and stood there for a moment or two to think if he was harsh on his decision on the late event. His eyes followed the lines on the maps in the dark and shook his head to himself, his decision was right, what happened was wrong and he had to be harsh. He wanted back to bed with a silly smile on his face.
