Forlond

With one push the last crate was in place on the wagon “So, that is the last of them, I will make sure the wagon arrives at the warehouse. Can you keep an eye on the boat?”. Armanduil nodded as he entered the ship known as ‘Aeronnen’ or Seaborn. The ship existed of two sails,a large one in the middle and a smaller one tied to the hull. On the rear end there was a small cabin with a few hammocks and in the center a navigation table and last but not least a provision cabinet with quite a nice selection of wines.

A mild breeze blew through the streets of Forlond. The dawn had just set in as the sun raised over the distant mountain range of Ered Luin. On a clear day like this you can see the mountain tops peeking out in the horizon. Armanduil got up early, it has been a week since his mother departed to the west. Eril’s departure, the journey from the vale, the pendant and his lost sister were quite a load of thoughts to process. And there were none with whom he wished to share this, he must deal with it alone. Answers come in time, what he needed now most of all is a purpose.