Caras Galadhon

Sometimes I wonder if Lord Estarfin is in his right mind. But what is right?

It was late evening when Druda passed through the large gates of Caras Galadhon several days later than she had planed due to her stay with the Elven hunters in the Forest. The many lanterns and lamps were already lit and Elves were approaching the same gates from every direction. Many of them bowed as Druda passed and Druda replied with a polite nod of her head. With her pony safely stabled and bedded down Druda was led to her lodgings so that she could wash and change.

A small group of Elves were making their way through the trees close to the borders of Lothlorien; their route meandered between the large Mallorn trees. A larger proportion of the group carried provisions for the outlying camps that guarded the realms borders. To the front and rear of the procession sentinels from Caras Galadhon watched over their progress. Although they were within the borders of Lothlorien Orcs had been pouring out of Moria into the surrounding countryside and had made numerous attempts to breach the defenses of the woodland realm.

“An outsider could believe that certain actions would have been avoidable. That the officers and leaders should have learnt by now how a certain young elf with golden hair would bring despair to their house. Is that the only truth or is it just one way of looking at a two-sided coin?”