Blue sky, blue water, and blue hills made it easy to see why this part of Arda was named in antiquity as it was. Ered Lindon, it was called then, before the river Lhûn and history changed courses. Alkawen and Lindovor the Elder had finally arrived after the many months on the roads from the Naith of Lórien to their destination, Celondim.
The two friends passed through hill and dale, crossed peaks and rivers, through dark, light, rain, snow and sun. It was a welcomed sight to both of them, the coolness of the mountains and quiet of the settlement on the edge of the the river. For the Iaurmenel, it had become necessary to leave the safety of the Order's sanctuary in Caras Galadhon. There was to be a thawing of an otherwise icy relationship, a new alliance to be made, a new ally in the Order's ever quiet crusade.
For now, however, the Man needed rest and the Elf needed meditative thought. After Lindovor was given a place for peaceful slumber in the harbour, Alkawen walked up the long rise to the Rind uin Nauth. A sense of nostalgia pulsed through her as she recalled that day she arrived in this blue place with another friend, Balisan, for nearly the same purpose not that so long ago. Tomorrow, the two travellers would place a ring of mallos, elanor and alfirin in the river in memory of those they have known and lost.
