Rain amar sila
Amnin, isto le delia.
Ir tira limen miriel
Gelion, isto
Le vi hain.

Edlendio, pathra bass,
Sigil, calar, na garo nin.
Adar enni aunt bara linnas,
Emel enni aunt henten.

Ceven lhoda, le delia,
Henten tinnar, limen silar,
Ceven lhoda, le gwaeda,
Men gwaeda
Aen geveditham.

Several weeks later...

Eiadric stood outside the heavy wooden doors facing the two Marshal’s Guards. It was a chill night and Eiadric felt a shiver as he stood in the stone hallway waiting. The lit torches along the walls did little to warm the place up. ’Autumn has come early this year’ he thought to himself. But he tried not to show his discomfort and checked his urge to pull his cloak tighter around him.

I have not been here for long but already it is beginning to feel like home to me.

The faces become more familiar with each passing day and each of the clansmen has welcomed me with open arms. I still have trouble with one or two names, but I am getting there slowly. I still cannot get used to the sky, and the lack of strong sunlight, grass and birdsong is strange. The wailing of the wargs to the north of the village is an eerie sound, it floats over the encircling mountains on the chill breeze, but the more I listen to it, the less ominous it sounds.