A long journey, which I do not intend to go back on my heels and return from.

I have decided to go to Lindon for a few months, mainly to be with more of my Kin, that is, the Noldorian. I tire to be in such company of other Elves, things never change... I wish for excitement, not repeated daily outgoings.

I do not disrespect Imladris in this way, it is a mere break from all the on-goings right now from the east... the dark lands.

All is well. The haunted ruins of the Betrayed City lie far to the north, the aelf thralls bound by aelf words and aelf stars remain unawares in the Ashen Town and I am safe, safe in the Inn in Comb.

Steora will be filled with pride  to hear how cleverly  I slipped out from under their very noses beneath the cover of darkness. 'Scared of your own shadow, Gyth!", she always says. She'll change her tune when she hears how swiftly I rode Heofonfyr south, alone through the wilds, to warn him - my Mentor.

And so did the Warband aid the figure atop Amon Sul, the battle was fierce as the howling winds ripped around those gathered in defense of this ancient place. An unnatural chill was felt by all those gathered, even those of elf kind,a sure sign the cold was something more unnatural than just thw wind coming down from the mountains. With peace now restored to ancient stones the fellowship made their way to the encampment at the base of the ancient knoll.

She sat onto the edge of the bed and pulled the dust covered long boots from her feet with the last drop of her strength. It had been a long journey after the long lost son of a death man, riding all the way from Rivendell to forsaken inn then to weather top in haste. She sighed softly and strained herself not to snuggle down before taking a bath. She effetely stood up and stepped on the cold, stone piled floor with bare feet while her slim fingers clumsily unlacing her dress.