The time he and the Four had spent in Mirkwood seemed now like much longer ago than it had been. Clean, crisp mountain air. Abundant fruits that grew on bushes and trees. Sunrises and sunsets that basked everything around them in brilliant pinks and oranges. The serenity of it all was breathtaking. Could Zabathôr possibly be content like this? Had it.

Some memories are better left where they are made. But still they come, brushing gentle or sharp against the cheek, refusing to be forgotten in the shadows of time. But Oendir had turned his words into a lie.

Forty days since his departure from Bree-land, Arvorn thought he might actually be drawing close to Rohan. Perhaps Thoron made the right choice. 8230; one that .

I have heard whisperings of these scouting parties that have returned and they do not bode well. Taford is nearly beside himself. Though I can offer no strong arm and sword, I will do what I can here, in town. I hate working at the Pony. It adds to his uneasiness. I get to see serving wenches.