Meldanyel

Repairing the damage from the rains and rodents, clearing the surroundings of the house of weeds, and leaving the windows open to air out the house had been Kennet's chores that morning. But just after lunch the young man had saddled Hawthorne again and set off for Bree.

To leave the valley of Rivendell was to leave the warmth and safety of the elven enclave in one fell swoop. Autumn rain greeted Kennet on the High Moor, wetting the damp ground and making passage through the wilderness difficult.

It was late afternoon in the valley when Kennet advanced along the paths of Rivendell, flanked by colorful trees. The smell of dampness was palpable even though it had not rained all day, and a feeling of being in a paradisiacal wild forest flooded him, despite the fact that he was walking through the interior of the elven enclave.

Kennet had to ask again to understand what elf Canaddal was telling him. In his serene and distant voice, the elf repeated his words again:

This was Kennet's first time at an assembly, and he found it fascinating. The place where the Merchant's Guild was meeting captured his attention at first, the hall of Bree-town Hall.