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Today, I crossed paths with that sulky, mysterious ellon who ruined our first day back in Duillond. He must be some patrol, always pacing this way and that way, down to the stablemaster, up to the market, and so on.
Oh, there really is nothing quite like a home-coming. When I at last passed through the verdant pastures of the periannath and into the land of graceful blossoming trees, I knew I was home at last. I could hear the lull of the sea not too far off, the branches drooped lower to shake hands with me, and the shore wind rushed through the grass to hasten me further yet.
So the group left immediately feeling a little bit safer in the company of Holgar. They were silent as they carefully watched their surroundings. The port of Kheledul drew closer with every step. We halted as Holgar wanted to look further down the road, all seemed clear so far. The headed further till they reached a few large boulders.
It started about ten days ago. The beginning of a new adventure.
Up on my camp at Ost Barandor in the Brandy hills of Bree-land I encountered the most unexpected person.
Her name was Tarrah Gilaenah or ''Greywolf''. She came into the ruins unaware of my presence. If it was not for Fang then she would have entered unaware to me as well.
It was Fang who sensed her. But she was not alone.....
Her wolf Naerna.... was with her..
She of course on her turn sensed me so a stealthy approach had no use.
I just left Duillond, after a strange thing befell me. Yesterday evening, I met a strange elf at the fountain there, a most noble warrior. He told me of a company called the Loth-i-Lonnath, of whom I had only heard distant rumors before. He suggested that I stay a while with them, and spend my remaining time in Middle Earth here in Ered Luin. He said his name was Istuir, and that his people had dedicated themselves to protecting Ered Luin, keeping the land safe that our kinsfolk coming to the Havens should be able to travel in safety. But I do not feel I can st
Falathlorn bathed in moonlight. Duillond held in the gentle embrace of the stars, children of the thought of Varda. Haldaer directed Ninquesir with soft words in the high tonque. Duillond at long last, he thought.