Elf

Upon the grass knelt I,
beside the rippling water.
Upstream, downstream,
the distance drew mine eye.

Where are they?

The breeze loosed a sigh,
the birds sang a joyous song.
Nature took its normal course,
yet worried still was I.

It has been too long.

Finally, a speck drew nigh,
first one sail to crown the horizon,
then three, then five, then
even was clear the sails' dye.

Have they returned?

Mine heart was lifted thereby,

It was cold on the beach, and Seronaer’s breath misted before her. She sat huddled with her mother, terrified to leave her side should she lose her. She had lost so much already. They had left their home, the familiar white streets and tall towers where flowers and light were in abundance. Now, they sat in darkness on the cold, desolate beach, looking out over the furious sea and awaiting the return of their kin.

Ynel takes a breather below the cliff, after sliding it down. She looks ahead, and around, and listens. No ghostly sighs. No gloaming wights in sight. She spends there a moment to gather her thoughts after the previous fright and compromize.

It was the middle of the night, Uruniire, tired of the Bree-lands, longing to be in elvish lands again, got up out of bed, put on his purplish-blue and green tunic and trousers, wide-brimmed hat, blue, with a massive feather in it, and pack, stuffed to the brim with books and scrolls, some rations, a coil of rope to scale the High Moor just outside Rivendell, and a small dagger for defense, and grabbed his staff. Then he left the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He went to the stables nearby, untying his horse from it's post, and was off.

After Katrandil was mostly healthy, our three friends made their way out of Forochel and went back to Evendim. They camped in Parth Aduial, in the High King's Crossing, where some other rangers had also camped. 

^{_{[This is also where Ornessar saw The Unpleasant Dream. More about it can be found in http://laurelinarchives.org/node/39111]}}