Forelire

High over the golden crowns of the great Mallorn trees, the sunset were setting the sky afire, red and gold weaved together in endless harmony, a strong wind lifted her high over the magic forest and filled her heart with the greatest feeling of freedom as her huge wings sent her flying between the tops of the trees, never had she experienced such a deep feeling of peace and freedom.

Here I, Galodin Dunedhel, write you about my adventure in Gil-Giliath after my fight with the gaunt-lord.

I felt someone touching me, I managed to open up my eyes as I saw Nimlith kneeling down at me, next to her stood a ranger, Randir. The two carried me to the camp in Gil-Giliath.