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.
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