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The boat left Celondim in the cool, dark night. The moon struggled hard to bring its silvery light through the thick and obese clouds, but there was no victory to be had tonight. The gray veil in the sky equally obscured the stars and the wind was practically non-existent. A heavy sigh escaped from my lips as the ship slowly, gradually moved over the Lhûn towards Mithlond. Along the riverbank, amongst the reed and vegetation, I noticed aggregations of fish being hunted by larger predators.
I sit here in Thamas Lorn for the first time in many moons, my Lady Amorith and I have been asked to attend a great gathering to the North at Thorins Hall, the 3rd Ting of the West. We will represent the Flower along with the Ellon and Scholar Cirionar.