Gondor

Arantion and his younger sister Irhiel sit on a richly ornamented stone bench in a mansion’s garden in Minas Tirith on a hot summer’s day. No clouds can be seen, except for the dark land in the east – there thunderclouds jam the sun’s way to the ground, and fiery thunderbolts flash.

And thus the last (or maybe not?) journey of the Shadow Walkers began. With Sauron gone, it was like a weight was lifted from their souls. The journey was long but certainly fun in a way and sad in another.

They passed through Gondor, stopping in Bar Hurin, Arnach, Pelargir, Linhir and Lamedon, and they eventually went through the former Paths of the Dead. None of them ever feared this place, whatsoever. In Rohan, they made fewer stops, and they typically stayed in the wild, except that one time they went to an inn in one of the towns and drank some mead together.

After that fearful dream, Ornessar and Calaerneth stood up and went to the baths of the guest-hall to clean themselves and get refreshed - after all, a large feast was waiting for them. When they exited the baths they returned to their room and took care of each other's long, majestic hair and they wore formal and royal clothes, for the feast.

After Ornessar and Calaerneth returned to Minas Tirith, they found themselves curious about what the rest of the city looks like - for they never fully explored it since they were always very busy. Tier after tier, they wandered throughout the whole city, exploring even its darkest corners and purchasing goods in the process, both for themselves and the citizens. Doing so, they would help to rebuild the economy of Gondor, after all. They even voluntarily worked for the citizens and the city.

Ornessar and Calaerneth were too worried to speak with their voices throughout their trip, so they mostly talked with their minds instead. After all, elves like Ornessar and Calaerneth have this certain ability.

After the successful attack, it was time for Ornessar and Calaerneth to return to Gondor. Katrandil, after all, was still missing, and Ornessar had to let King Elessar know of the success of the mission that was given to Nos Ornessë. A long way they took, and they travelled through Eregion, Dunland, Enedwaith, the Isenford, Rohan, and at last Anórien. It was a long journey, and it took many days for them to finally get to Minas Tirith.

And so did Aragorn son of Arathorn gather as many soldiers as possible to come with him to the Black Gate of Mordor and fight one last time against the Host of Mordor. The two friends, Ornessar and Katrandil, joined him too. 

There, they met a defiled Númenórean, called "The Mouth of Sauron", who conversed with Aragorn. This event started the battle. The Black Gate opened, and Aragorn turned towards his allies.

Ornessar and Katrandil were talking during the whole trip to Aragorn's Camp near Pelargir. The atmosphere there, though, was awe-inspiring. Anyway, it was time for open war. Ornessar followed Elladan and Elrohir, his leaders, while Katrandil followed Aragorn. It was time to retake Pelargir from the hands of the Corsairs.

A few days have passed since I last sat down to fill these pages. I would have written every single day, yet I wish to restrain myself some, to not fill this small journal too fast.