calaerneth

The three friends and the dozens of other Warriors might have just encountered Shelob but the joy and glory of having no casualties did not last lore. Almost immediately after they left Shelob's Lair they found themselves in the unending darkness of Mordor once again. And their next step would be Agarnaith. As they moved through Dor Amarth, they met with two other groups and raided not only the orc encampment of Fushaum Tum but several more other encampments of the minions of the Enemy.

Seasons In Rivendell - A Poem For My Beloved Calaerneth.

If I was the bloodstained earth,

You would be my blooming trees.

To joy and love, you gave birth.

Lady of life, light of the Seas.

If I was the deep blue sea,

You would be my starry sky.

And thus the last (or maybe not?) journey of the Shadow Walkers began. With Sauron gone, it was like a weight was lifted from their souls. The journey was long but certainly fun in a way and sad in another.

They passed through Gondor, stopping in Bar Hurin, Arnach, Pelargir, Linhir and Lamedon, and they eventually went through the former Paths of the Dead. None of them ever feared this place, whatsoever. In Rohan, they made fewer stops, and they typically stayed in the wild, except that one time they went to an inn in one of the towns and drank some mead together.

As the three friends entered Mordor, an uncomfortable feeling passed through them, but they all ignored it. They kept moving through Cirith Gorgor, defeating any orcs in their path, and they passed through Carach Angren. If they all weren't immune to fear, a wave of dread would have taken over their minds - but with the presence of two Eldar, the shadow of Mordor was nothing to them.

After that fearful dream, Ornessar and Calaerneth stood up and went to the baths of the guest-hall to clean themselves and get refreshed - after all, a large feast was waiting for them. When they exited the baths they returned to their room and took care of each other's long, majestic hair and they wore formal and royal clothes, for the feast.

Ornessar slept deeply, but his dreams were not pleasant. 

After Ornessar and Calaerneth returned to Minas Tirith, they found themselves curious about what the rest of the city looks like - for they never fully explored it since they were always very busy. Tier after tier, they wandered throughout the whole city, exploring even its darkest corners and purchasing goods in the process, both for themselves and the citizens. Doing so, they would help to rebuild the economy of Gondor, after all. They even voluntarily worked for the citizens and the city.

Ornessar and Calaerneth were too worried to speak with their voices throughout their trip, so they mostly talked with their minds instead. After all, elves like Ornessar and Calaerneth have this certain ability.

After the successful attack, it was time for Ornessar and Calaerneth to return to Gondor. Katrandil, after all, was still missing, and Ornessar had to let King Elessar know of the success of the mission that was given to Nos Ornessë. A long way they took, and they travelled through Eregion, Dunland, Enedwaith, the Isenford, Rohan, and at last Anórien. It was a long journey, and it took many days for them to finally get to Minas Tirith.