The Hithaeglir, from Afar

Today we set out from Gwingris toward the Hithaeglir, and the mountains which I have seen from afar grow nearer with every step. They call to me, their bleak slopes and jagged silhouettes, and I cannot help but marvel in the beauty of the works of Aulë. Though I know the crossing will be difficult, and the cold bitter, there is something about the mountains which I have always loved, since the days of my youth. Perhaps it is their shape, which lends itself so easily to art, or perhaps it is the challenge they pose to the climber, or the breathless feeling one has when one has finally gained the summit. Ever will the mountains fascinate me, and my heart sings to approach the Hithaeglir again on our journey to Lothlórien the Golden.