arvedain

I was following my mother's trail closely after my own matters were done. Yet I didn't find her. Instead, I found my older brother, Faethuil who claimed that he had seen her before she left Tinnudir with a strange company. Well, strange to me. He was quite satisfied with them somehow. I looked at my brother and told him that we should find mother and get to know that company better before we can be calm, even though our mother was wisest of us. Since the disappearance of our father we kept guarding each other since she returned to the North.

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.