Waking up under the trees of Nen Hilith, with nothing but the sounds of nature to greet me was a nice change, one that I could get used to. Forty years spent over the Misty Mountains, in Mirkwood and beyond and almost nothing has changed. Perhaps I have not changed either. I can almost smell the sea...so close...
As I thread lightly trough Celondim and then Duillond, I notice the looks some of the residents here give me, as if I was someone who returned from grave. I suppose they did not expect me to return. Matters not to me in any case. Politely greeting anyone I know I make my way to the homesteads. Knowing him, he will already be there. Of all my companions from ages long past, only Alqualinde and very few others remain. Only he would greet me like he did yesterday when I arrived, tired and dirty from the road.
˝Saerdir! It is in good time you arrived! Tomorrow I will show you something special. Now, speak of what you have seen and heard!˝ he said as he pulled me down to sit with him on the bridge. And so we spoke long and well, which made me feel welcome back here.
As I reach the adress where he pointed me yesterday, there he is, waving. Smiling lightly, I greet him.
˝I promised to show you something good, did I not?˝
˝Yes you did old friend. Is this it?˝ I ask as he turns to the grand home behind him. Without pause he agrees and takes off for the entrance, forcing me to follow. I was never here before.
˝Whose home is this?˝ asking seemed proper, since we did not have an invitation. I did not at least.
˝Curugirions, of Loth-i-Lonnath˝ he replies as he enters, as if I asked something I should´ve known.
Loth-i-Lonnath? I remember those proud banners... and the song from whence the name came, even I was not one of their company. But that was very long time ago, in a diffrent Age...
