It was a long ride. A hard, long ride. Southward, through known lands first, then less known lands, and eventually finds herself at the doors of the Dwarrowdelf, discussing with the dwarves about the old contract they had with Irwthryth. Good man, luckily he kept contact with these folks, so she will be able to pass, and with some escort, through the dreaded mines.
It wasn't easy, though. A whole month has passed without seeing the sunlight. Every day a progress, through darkness and constant clash of steel, goblins still roaming the halls and crevices of the place. Every day feeling under siege, yet keeping the spirit up, marching defiantly through the horrors. And keeping the mouth shut, since the dwarves wouldn't have liked any kind of bad words regarding their beloved mines.
Eventually, it was over. Melowen lost track of the time passed, she only knew it was a long one, since she left Bree, this last time, southwards. At last, the breeze of fresh air, and the sun, shining upon the lake... Mirrormere they called it. Or some sort of rasping sound in dwarvish tongue.
Melowen stands still, looking toward South. She'll have to get another horse, her Leof couldn't accompany her through the Dwarrowdelf of course.
Then... there will be the Dwimordene to pass. Perhaps she can tour around? Hardly.
Melowen sighs, deeply. It will be a long, long journey still.
