My name is Eradaén, son of Eradan, I am a Ranger of the North, I was born into the bloodline of the Kingdom of Arnor, I am………………….Dunadán.
A Meeting of Ages...
It would be on a cold, miserable, wet afternoon that I would see her. A lady whom at first would feel quite like the weather. She was no ordinary maiden either, she was of Quenyan origins, and she certainly sounded like it at first.
However after deliberation atop the slope above my friend's camp she would accompany me in meeting with him. It would be by the fire her attitude would start to melt a little.
After a soothing, warm drink from her elixer of Miruvor, which she had kindly offered, she would proceed to tell of her business in the wilds.
As quickly as she had appeared, she dissapeared again. But not before hoping that our paths would cross again.
……. No diriel! No venen! Avo osto! Hebo Estel!.....................
