The Tower of the Well

At that moment, they turned a corner on the wide road and Estarfin came to a halt, staring at the scene in front of him. A beautiful fortress, tall, white and chased with gold rose higher than the surrounding mountains. He could see spears without number standing watch and patrolling the high walls, and blue and white banners flapped in the cold wind. The sinking light of Anar lit the scene and his heart ached at the beauty. Wide green fields full of crops with houses dotted around surrounded Barad Eithel.

Cendamo spoke gently. “Every time I return here I am almost overwhelmed with the beauty of this place. I am envious of you for seeing it for the first time. Barad Eithel, the Tower of the Well. Come, the King is waiting.