Beside the flowing waters named after the elf-maid Nimrodel, Makanárë and Annúngil share a few quiet moments of contemplation.
"Tis said that, when Spring comes, Nimrodel's voice might be heard, echoing by the leaves. When the winds blows North from Belegaer, however, 'tis also said Amroth's voice sails over the Anduin in answer."
By evening, they have made camp under one of the telain bordering the Nimrodel. It is her first evening ever within the Golden Wood, and still Makanárë is unsure of how she finds this land. It is strange, and awakens memories within her she had thought long forgotten.
With the first sight of the golden mallorn-trees, Makanárë feels that the land they are about to enter will be different from any she has ever encountered before.
As they travel east, the slopes of the Hithaeglir become less bitter and the snow recedes. Descending the slope from the pass into Lothlórien, Makanárë knows not what to expect when she reaches the Golden Wood. But she has friends and kin beside her, as she faces the unknown.
I hope you are well, though I have no idea if you have already left the Valley, by now. If that is the case, I have asked Ada and Naneth to keep this until you send word back to Imladris of where you are, and if letters can reach you. Anyways, I will try to keep this short and to the point. We left Imladris two whole days ago, and stopped in Gwingris last night. The ruins - oh, I know we have come here earlier, with Ada and Nana, but it is not the same. Eregion is a very somber and mysterious land, full of mysteries and memories of the past Age.
Settled upon a boulder in the ruins of Gwingris, Lothelian gazed quietly at the stars above. The night was still, as most were resting, and she could see the embers of the evening's fire glowing softly in the distance. She shuffled around on the rock as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Annúngil, and she turned to him, face brightening.
"The others went to look for some shelter to spend the night?" he asked.