[OOC: A text-based RP session between Ningear (N) and Gloreloth (G).]
The Isle of Balar, F.A. 540
(G)
The lonely figure drew his cloak tighter about him and gazed north, over the shores where Sirion met the sea, beyond the tossing green willows of Nan-Tathren, just beneath the ranks of menacing cloud that obscured the stars. His Elven eyes saw the dim shadows of mountains, but his memory saw further - snowy peaks encircling a green vale, in the center of which a white city gleamed in the sun.
