From the Shire to Duillond.



Orduin met up with Cesistya just out of the shire, and not too soon did they make way for Michel Delving along with Nestarian. Orduin appreciated the long ride, and so did his steed. Enjoying the cold air flowing so graciously through his mane. They stopped shortly after Michel Delving just outside of  Duillond, Orduins sleep was mostly restless. Remembering his friends from the Maerc and one in particular. His good friend Morunir whom he'd lost to the Orcs. Yet he finally awoke to enjoy some time around the fire, with a homecooked meal of potatos and venison. Cesistya made some rather delicious tea. Yet Orduin still wondered just what they had travelled to these lands for.