When I crossed the ford of the Bruinen, my heart ached momentarily. The feel of guilt was creeping over my spine like a rattling chill of the wind. Nay, the past is what it is, I am not to blame for what happened that night. I must move onward, I can not give up not when I am so close. So close I can taste it.
Serenity
Wading through the grass of the Moor, my feet are tired and my throat parched. It isn't much further now ... I hope.
I can feel a wind flowing around this corner, yes, it's this way, follow the winding path along the river and you'll reach the Last Homely House. Seven days of travel have finally paid off, I have found a haven of serenity and rest.
Imladris at last.
