Over the Hithaeglir

We travelled over the Hithaeglir, it not being particularly bad weather, nor their being any reports in Imladris of troubles outside the known goblin areas. I did not want a repeat of the last time Estarfin and I had been in that place.

We rode steadily, until we came to the paved bridge that led to the North High Pass. Estarfin dismounted, and walked close to the edge that, despite the swirling snow, the land below could partly be made out. 

So he stood for a short while, until I too dismounted, and walked to stand near him. 

He spoke softly, recalling a time past. "This place....it makes me think of Daegond and Lord Veryacano."

"From the time of Hammer's mission here?" I asked. Knowing it was probably so. 

He nodded, then raised his head to look around, to remember what more he would and to test the 'air' for the present day. 

"We should move on."

So it was we took the winding cliff path above lands where goblins still dwelt, and headed towards the Vale. What a blessing it was to ride downhill on the Eastern side, to a sight of pale lit trees and swirling mist. And little snow.