Minas Tirith

After Ornessar and Calaerneth returned to Minas Tirith, they found themselves curious about what the rest of the city looks like - for they never fully explored it since they were always very busy. Tier after tier, they wandered throughout the whole city, exploring even its darkest corners and purchasing goods in the process, both for themselves and the citizens. Doing so, they would help to rebuild the economy of Gondor, after all. They even voluntarily worked for the citizens and the city.

Ornessar and Calaerneth were too worried to speak with their voices throughout their trip, so they mostly talked with their minds instead. After all, elves like Ornessar and Calaerneth have this certain ability.

The sound of war was about to fill the fields of the Pelennor. Indeed, war-horns and heavy footsteps sounded all over the place, and the ships of Aragorn and his company were not there yet. But indeed, the Rohirrim had answered the call of Gondor, and the Riders of Rohan had entered the Pelennor fields. The voice of Théoden King of the Mark, suddenly sounded in the field of onslaught:

Living in Minas Tirith was beginning to get a little better. After finally gaining access to the third ring for getting horseshoes, she found a small green garden. It was a pleasant retreat from the overcrowded stone of the city. Also, the bath houses were beginning to become a favorite when she was not working.

One thing she noticed about the White City was that there were still horses to enjoy. No one bothered her when she walked in. In fact, the head stablemaster offered her work the day before. At least it was something good since coming. 

The screams and shouts of a room overfilled with children kept her awake and grumpy. Since arriving to Minas Tirith, Céolswith had not found sleep. Her pockets of coin were also low, since being a foreigner did not help with finding work. All in all, her first few days in Stoningland were tiresome and full of rejection. Her patience was waning due to the noise and she was tired of eating old bread. She closed her eyes, curled up in a corner. Thoughts of the months prior came back to her, forcing her to reconsider her decision to run from home again.