Gondor

Footnotes:

*Sador - means Faithful in Sindarin.

*TA = Third Age

*Rhûnaer - Sindarin for Sea of Rhun

Dagorlad - TA 1944

Sador takes a deep breath...

He still feels pretty worn out and tired after the battle...

His eyes wanders the field camp before him.

To the most honourable Lord Hurin, Warden of the Keys, First Guardian of the Citadel, greetings and wishes for every good fortune.

Salutations!

Our caravan has arrived safely in Rivendell.
The journey was most difficult, but with skill and luck we managed to avoid any orc parties and servants of the Enemy.
Our lord's message was received well. In a couple of days I shall have Lord Elrond's answer.
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I am following your orders and our interests as established in the council.

Always faithful,Prime Advisor Khaba Sekhemkare

The night is dark, a coldness sets in and two maidens can be seen to be camping atop a tall hill, amongst ancient and crumbling ruins.

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Vardarianna blinks at the man standing before her. At first in the darkness, she can barely make him out. Then he steps closer, walking into the light of the fire.

'Father!' Vardarianna shouts, jumping up from her makeshift bed.

Rain pattered against the window providing the only source of sound that night. The house was dark, no fire was lit for it was late evening. A woman lay within her bed curled up fast asleep, shivering slightly due to the chill outside. Next to her sat a cot, it swayed slightly as the cold wind squeezed through the gaps on walls around the room. There was no child within it, for the child was still to be born, yet there it stood looking slightly eerie in the dark prepared for the arrival.

Drevorin was lost within a dream which at the time deceived his mind into thinking it was reality. He was standing upon a small hill bare-footed, twiddling his toes within the grass. It was summer so naturally his clothes were fit for the occasion. He felt a strong eastern breeze wash over him as he stared out into a field which held a small house sending smoke from its chimney. He blinked as he heard a voice cry his name, for in those days it was different. A pale raven-haired woman could be seen beckoning him to come to the house, he smiled.