Early morning brought birdsong and the sighing of breeze in the boughs to the Elven vale of Falathlorn, with cherry blossoms drifting on the zephyrs off the river Lhûn. At the great spire of Duillond that overlooked the river valley, two Elf-maids were taking in the morning airs and gazing along the river’s winding path to the Sea.
