Lorien

The company of elves, led by Alcartano, an emissary of the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, next to a bridge that leads towards Caras Galadhon.

Although most part of the City of Trees is still hidden behind the many Mellyrn, a great light may be perceived from afar.

The mountains are silent.

A far rumble.

A strange breeze touches the foreheads of the wanderers.

"........I still cannot quite believe ... how does one climb that ladder? It looks awfully high." A question Lothelian managed to answer, with the help of her mentor Annúngil.

With the rising sun comes dawn of a new day, and likewise the dawn of a new era in the lives of Makanárë and those dear to her.

By evening, they have made camp under one of the telain bordering the Nimrodel. It is her first evening ever within the Golden Wood, and still Makanárë is unsure of how she finds this land. It is strange, and awakens memories within her she had thought long forgotten.

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One of those rare moments; everything was perfect. What more can one ask than a quiet stream flowing by, the rusting branches, the occasional song in the air, and a maid picking Mellyrn leaves from the water?

Well, there probably have been better moments...though this would suffice for a good long while.

"Whatever project might you be need those for this time?"

"Is it...wrong to share some of our treasures with others?"

"No..."

"I by no means am responsible for a full grown elf acting childish."

"Come now, tampering with one of the great roots will do no harm to the lord and lady's house in the canopy!"

"Tamper...I am not responsible for that either."

"The breeze is so lovely up here though..."

"It is even better up higher in the places meant to be at such heights."