An Investigation of Delossad
It was a ruin unlike others he had seen. Varothomir, stepped into what he assumed to be a garden in ages long past. His friend "Silver", who had visited this place before, followed behind him. He rested her notebook on his right forearm, flicking through the pages of detailed notes and intricate drawings with his left hand. This was Delossad; "Place of Abhorrence", in Sindarin. "A prison", she described it as, "by the banks of the Bruinen river. Cardolan architecture, but something darker resided here".
His eyes moved between Silver's notes and the shadows around him and his companion. "What was being held here?", he thought. A question whose answer may be lost to the ages.