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After days of travelling, I and Avorwen have finally reached the fairgrounds of Ered Luin. The Elves of Celondim were celebrating the coming of summer, and it is not easy to deny such an invitation. Thus we walked to the pavilion south of Celondim.
A few elves were already there. They were natives, but it did not take long for more familiar faces to join us. Lots of new faces we met, and we lots of long-lasting friendly bonds we established with them.
Oh, there really is nothing quite like a home-coming. When I at last passed through the verdant pastures of the periannath and into the land of graceful blossoming trees, I knew I was home at last. I could hear the lull of the sea not too far off, the branches drooped lower to shake hands with me, and the shore wind rushed through the grass to hasten me further yet.
With the Elves of Vinyalondë preparing to join the war in the east, Elrohir sends a group of Maethelyn members to the outskirts of LothLórien to discuss an alliance.
After spending a year away from home to find work, Aurineth returns home to Ered Luin. She need not send any letters back to her family anymore, so she has opted to begin a journal to chronicle her adventures and many misadventures.