Rivendell

Lastor stepped into the great hall of Rivendell, his eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the elvish lamps. The air was cool, carrying with it the scent of autumn leaves, mingling with the faint aroma of pipe weed that lingered in the air. “Lastor, it has been far too long,” Aragorn’s deep, resonant voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber as he rose from his chair. The amber light of a setting sun streamed through the windows of the Last Homely House, casting a warm glow upon the wooden beams of the ceiling.

Lastor strode through the grand halls of Rivendell, his eyes scanning the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls. The whispers of the elves echoed through the corridors as he approached the library of Master Elrond. He had received special permission from the lord of the house to delve into the tomes of the ancients, seeking knowledge of the lost lands of Arnor and Cardolan. His tall frame filled the archway as he stepped into the dimly lit room, the aroma of aged parchment and dust filling his nose.

Unlike the regions surrounding it, Rivendell appeared to have been sheltered from the darkness out of Angmar. As the Company entered into the valley, they found the biting cold of the harsh winter subsiding the further they descended down the path. When they reached the bottom, there was but a thin sprinkling of snow upon the ground. No trace of ice could be seen within the flowing streams or the majestic waterfalls which fed them.

Days 4 & 5

There is so much I could say... my heart is bursting with mixed feelings. But this is not the place for all my personal thoughts. I must make some attempt to show a little discipline in my record-keeping!

On the hour of the songs, Nindis found herself surrounded by good company. Many from the Golden Wood and of the wanderers were now in  the Valley, sharing much and finding their lost memories and tales in each other. Then there was also a company of the Naugrim, making noise enough to awaken a whole forest. She wondered, perhaps their ears had gone somehow deaf from all the tingling in the forges ? Never the less, the chaotic growls were certainly mingling with the night's gatherings and merriments. Nindis smirked and gazed at the musicians playing by the Fires.