We had made our words known to our witnesses. We had exchanged rings. It felt to me as if we were the only folk left in Arda. My heart was racing, yet I had an overwhelming sense of rightness about what finally was; a sense of peace.

Estarfin stepped closer. "Racarne," he breathed quietly, laying a hand on my waist. 

He lay there in the bloodstained snow, barely able to move his broken body, even to writhe in his agony; barely able to draw breath. And that warg had dare have hold of him, crushing his leg as if he were a deer it had brought down for lunch, while its rider cackled and prodded at his neck and chest, through the rend in his armour, with its spear. I could have screamed out my rage to the stars above, but no! I held both our lives in my hands. I would not fail him. 

After a long and arduous journey with all manner of unpleasant brigand encounters, Eyella and Frimsi finally reach the safety of the Longbeard fortress of Gondamon. Eyella muses on how the quiet of Dwarven lands feels familiar to her. Frimsi doesn't understand all this talk of "quietness", but he is quite glad to hear his friend enjoys Dwarven lands so much!

Aicanwe bids the three scouts safe and useful travels. 

Énbarr is the horse of the sea god Manannán mac Lir. The horse can travel over both land and sea more swiftly than even the wind.

Source: Wikipedia

"[R]ivers are revered not only as physical bodies of water but also as sacred entities imbued with spiritual significance...

These rivers act as conduits between the mortal realm and the mystical world, illustrating the Tuatha Dé Danann’s profound understanding of nature and its cycles."