He was walking under golden trees, upon gold land, enjoying the sight and feeling the woods were giving off. He came near one of the Mallorn and had placed his hand on its bark, trying to get the feeling of it.
˝You look content enough.˝ a familiar voice from behind him said. He turned to the person.
˝Mae govannen, my friend! It has been a while.˝ he responded as he hugged his elf friend, instead of greeting him normally. His friend laughed, responding casually.






