Fiontann

It had been an hour since the group returned from the vault.

Fiontann and Athlenah went through the old gate with the strange markings carrying Gaeded and Carmillia]] respectively.

Nothing could change the white scenery and especially not in a night. The group made a small, fireless at first, camp on the highest spot they found and stopped there to rest, while waiting for the army to pass out of sight which soon happened. Once they relaxed, not too soon after the whole affair, they set down to eat something and get some sleep. The night passed uneventfully and the morning came with no fire and it was even colder than the day before.

The Misty Mountains ahead, Rivendell behind. The group walked up the path leaving the Elven settlement behind them with mixed and confused feelings. Even someone who isn't fond of Elves and their ways can be captivated by Imladris and that is what happened. That strange bliss  that fills one's heart there started to diminish once they all fully realised that they are leaving and entering the den of the wolves, but it's not the danger, it's the absence of that warmth that comes in RIvendell, the absence of...

He was training under the gazebo a little after midday, the sun was still up and it wasn't as cold as it should be, given the season, so Ingrandor used it as an opportunity to go to the Dawnhall and train a little. He put on his white armour, an armour he hasn't used for a while now and took place in the middle of the dais. He started swinging his sword very slowly, as if measuring his imaginary opponents while steeping slowly to his left, his shield in his left had always covering his torso as much as possible.

Another early day for Fiontann, long before the sun came up he rose from the bed and went outside to train with his swords and shield, then he went swimming at the lake and got ready for the day, as always but this time he was ready just when the first rays of light filled the sky pushing the night away.