The Vale

We travelled over the Hithaeglir, it not being particularly bad weather, nor their being any reports in Imladris of troubles outside the known goblin areas. I did not want a repeat of the last time Estarfin and I had been in that place.

We rode steadily, until we came to the paved bridge that led to the North High Pass. Estarfin dismounted, and walked close to the edge that, despite the swirling snow, the land below could partly be made out. 

So he stood for a short while, until I too dismounted, and walked to stand near him.