The Grey Warden

Entry Five: Hall of Fire

One rested well for the first time in a while. The peace and tranquillity within the borders of Imladris would succumb to any feared warrior, turning them into lovable beings. The Bloody Dawn where a fine example. Within their home of Bree, they would appear somewhat vicious and cutthroat more often than not. But in Imladris... they would appear humble and kind amongst the Elves.

Today we reached Rivendell. Each time I enter its gates a feeling of fullness and bliss fills me, and this time it was no different. After we made ourselves comfortable I strolled around and many thoughts and memories filled my mind, thoughts of older times and thoughts of friends.

Entry Four: Imladris Beckons

Some hours have passed after the sun has come out and the first echoes of steps sounded around Towerglan. Dawners were assembling at the Dawnhall, those that were going to leave and those that were going to stay behind. Chaney said goodbye to Fiontann, Catilyn to Ralyn, Lucifen was eager to go and Rogue was smoking his pipe merrily. Silently, as always, the Grey Warden appeared in the yard. After the private goodbyes they all gathered around, Brammy came, and Taala followed by Rick made their way towards the group of people that was now getting bigger.

Entry Three: Lost Memories

One would be a liar if he told you that thoughts of long ago, did not creep to mind in this place. The Trollshaws somewhat held dear to one’s heart. After all, it was within these lands that he met her.

“The journey is the treasure.”