Gondor

The two days Khahaynd spent in Linhir were unusually pleasant ones for her. She was not used to having anyone she would remotely consider a friend to talk with. ‘Friends and Family, who needs them?’ she had long thought. It was a view garnered from personal experience. But she found she got along very well with Yaelithe from the start.

She walked around the small room that would be her dwelling place for the next four days. The large cat, Zir, had done the same. Then he yawned and lay down on the floor, taking up a full quarter of the space. He was not impressed. 

The ship groaned and swayed against the rain and wind. Waves lashed against its sides threatening to engulf the entire vessel and everyone aboard. Sailors manned their stations, clinging on for dear life as sea and foam spilled upon the main deck. One misstep, one slip of the rigging would be a matter of life or death for these men. The Bay of Belfalas seemed a world away.

Many days have passed since the Forngarmo left Minas Tirith, after the coronation of the King Elessar. But she knew that her mission is not yet over as her life was all about protecting the lands she loves and her Chieftain, now the King of Gondor. She was sent once again to her homelands, Evendim and Forochel. As she reached Tinnudir she looked around and sighed. So many of her brothers and sisters in arms have perished during the War. She rested on a barrel that she put her belongings in as she was to stay there until the land is made safe again.