ornesse

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.

The sky was dark and cloudy, and Katrandil was making her way to Imladris alone, clad in nothing but some rags that made her look like a Dunlending. How she came to the possession of them, no-one knows. With nothing but the shards of a broken sword and a pouch of water, she was trying to find shelter in the night. 

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.