Danel

I arrived at Echad Eregion shortly before nightfall. My horse stabled, watered and fed, I sat to the outside of the group assembled around the fire. Some I recognised, some were new to me. Two Dwarves there were, polite enough as is common for their folk, they offered me a share of their meal.

"Go on, lass. Dried roast has to be better than Lembas."

They chuckled in a well meaning way, and I offered them some Lembas in turn. We exchanged a little of our supplies with half-smiles, the Dwarves likely thinking their kindness had rewarded them ill.

These past three years I have increasingly wandered from Mithlond to the old lands, wherein I dwelt. As oft came to pass, my feet were drawn to Eregion, though this day and finally, to the ruins of Caras Gelebren. These memories hold me ever into the past. Would that I could live more in the now. But is it not part of the nature of my kind to live much in memory?

No matter. I head back towards Gwingris. May it be I stop for a night or two at Echad Eregion and remember something less sorrowful.

After coming upon eachother quite by accident, Hravanis joined the Noldo Lady, Carnifinde in her dark but vital business. It was a journey that took them far across the Trollshaws to the ancient lands of Eregion, a land of many memories for such an ancient pair as they.

Ceuro swung from the saddle of his dark bay mount, and moved stealthily to the edge of the woodland. His sense of being observed had grown stronger since they had broken camp. Danger? A trap? He was not certain.

Turning back to his companion, he shook his head.

"I see nothing untoward, Lady Danel. But our horses are also wary." the dark haired ellon's hand hovered momentarily over his sword hilt.