Loth-i-Lonnath

It has been a week since Galahir and Armanduil docked at Mithlond. They picked up a hard-fought shipment of Linen in Forlond and afterwards loaded a shipment of various herbs in Harlond. The herbs were already dispatched to the market of Mithlond, but the Linen shipment belonged to a tailor in Falathlorn, that still needed to be delivered. Armanduil waited around the dock for his friend Galahir to return. The early spring was in the air, he closed his eyes as the sun shed its light over the havens and the sound of seagulls ringed in his ears.