An Investigation of Delossad

It was a ruin unlike others he had seen. Thandanar, stepped into what he assumed to be a garden in ages long past. His guide, "Silver", a woman who was much a mystery to him as the ruins themselves, 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" as translated from 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, for the better of all, may be lost to the ages.