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"Wait, Vaarion." Andswaru rode forward and took Witimanu's reins to stop the girl from riding off. "Listen-"
"Hold on." Vaarion held up a hand. "Do you hear that?"
Andswaru shut up and tilted his head to listen. There was a sound coming nearer - hooves, two sets of hooves coming closer.
Vaarion was already gliding off her saddle and took a few steps towards the two horses coming running uphill towards them. She recognised the two draught horses at once.

"Hmmmmmm..." Daerundros trailed off in thought as she examined the empty goblet in her hand, creasing her brows, "A good memory, no doubt." She laughed grimly and carelessly tossed the goblet into an overstuffed sack filled with objects collected over the years.

Alas, it seems that fortune is not on my side afterall. Setting out from Imladris the fair, whom as always, I leave with heavy heart, I travelled west, seeking to pass the Last Bridge and head to Duillond and start my search for my beloved there. It was not to be so. As I neared the bridge, I was met with a hail of arrows. My shield took most of them but one sought home in my left shoulder, The pauldron keeping me from sustaining serious injury. I charged them on my steed and after slaying the ambushers, I sought high ground.

Little has changed in the Vale since we returned; many come and go all with purpose in their step. For now we remain here my Father has been and gone, speaking to both Amorith and myself, he was visibly happy which only encouraged me all the more. His gift to Amorith was precious indeed, the cloak of my Mother, Alatariel. He has held onto it since that terrible time, a reminder to him both bitter and sweet. Nevertheless for him to pass it on as a gift to my Lady was finer than any gem or jewel anyone could find.