Imladris

The air was damp due to the heavy rainfall overnight and the sun was just reaching out as the first fingers of daylight spread out from the mountains to the east. The ranger already awake and breakfasted was suddenly alerted. The morning breeze which accompanied the first signs of daylight brought an all too familiar smell to his senses. He sniffed the air a few times as if to check what he already knew, there was a fire close by, but this was different.

“This is no ordinary fire” he whispered to himself.

Despite the sun smiling down there was a chill on the wind which was winding its way through the vale as I left that morning. With a last look down upon my home I turned my horse away from the sun and out the western gates of Imladris. Once across the high moor I picked my way down the slopes till I came to the Bruinen which I intended to follow southward till the rise into Echad Gwingris. The few menfolk who had chosen to make their home along the Bruinen are used to the elder patrols from Imladris passing this way so there was no need to hide my features.

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
Page 3

The Keep still stands, and the bridge is still tread by folk i can call friends.
It's now that I'm alone, and i've found some peace that I sit and feel more at home with these duties. I have yet to feel like I've earned this Captaincy though, and to firmly lay claim to it, I must have it acknowledged.