#MinasTirith

There stood the White City before us, painted the colours of the myriad flowers placed in celebration for The King’s wedding. After all those years, I was finally back, and my words failed me.

“So… Here it is”, was all I could manage to muster.

“Aye. Different than you remember, I suspect”, noted Guri. Indeed, it was. We made our way in, gazing in awe at the glory of the Capital City of Gondor.

It had been many years since Anorieldis had taken up the studies of lore, herbalism and painting. The first two had been deemed proper by her parents. The last was of her choosing, having had the propensity toward art during the majority of her sixteen years. She spent most of her time in the Houses of Lore, studying little and great things by candlelight, in the darkened rooms of those vast libraries.

Normally I wouldn't write about our drill exercises as they are pretty common. But today was not just an ordinary drill. Apparently The Blue Mountains Regiment was invited to the White City to show their discipline over there. Although nobody had told us there were that many chores to do!

So off we went and arrived on top of the citadel were we prepared for inspection and performed our exercises as instructed by our Lord Alhvar