Falathorn

To me there is nothing more blissful than to greet the morning to the sound of a bubbling brook or the soft tones of a meandering river as it seeks the Ocean. It is my first day heading due east, to leave the bounds of Lindon, my hope to find the source to each of the great rivers I have record of and perhaps even discover something new!

We have been recalled.. Cirdan has required the Flower to return though I am not yet aquianted with the details, it was a matter of importance that we retire from our present location.

Essentially, we are on hold.. neither ready to move or disbanded.. rather simply waiting and biding our time for the perfect moment.. I can only hope that such a time is judged well.

For now.. I reside in Falathorn my spear and shield are ready for that moment of calling..

Waking up under the trees of Nen Hilith, with nothing but the sounds of nature to greet me was a nice change, one that I could get used to. Forty years spent over the Misty Mountains, in Mirkwood and beyond and almost nothing has changed. Perhaps I have not changed either. I can almost smell the sea...so close...

The Journey began at Bree, Dalgaroth leaving everything except his one true love, Elswynn behind... All of the fighting and shouting, people judging him and attacking him...

From Bree it was a long journey, they travelled so far that Dalgaroth was drifting to sleep on his own horse... just before they got to Celondim... Oh what a sight it was... Plumb coloured leaves glide down, spinning gently as they hit the leaf bed below... Elves singing and dancing, working their hearts out by the riverside...