Eregion

Danel and Estarfin leave their horses at Mirabel, and walk along the riverside towards Caras Gelebren. Although Danel dwelt there for some time, she left before the arrival of Sauron's forces. She still feels some guilt for that. Estarfin has never been in that part of Eregion before, so he listens to Danel's tales. He still feels some guilt for things further back in history. 

I arrived at Echad Eregion shortly before nightfall. My horse stabled, watered and fed, I sat to the outside of the group assembled around the fire. Some I recognised, some were new to me. Two Dwarves there were, polite enough as is common for their folk, they offered me a share of their meal.

"Go on, lass. Dried roast has to be better than Lembas."

They chuckled in a well meaning way, and I offered them some Lembas in turn. We exchanged a little of our supplies with half-smiles, the Dwarves likely thinking their kindness had rewarded them ill.

These past three years I have increasingly wandered from Mithlond to the old lands, wherein I dwelt. As oft came to pass, my feet were drawn to Eregion, though this day and finally, to the ruins of Caras Gelebren. These memories hold me ever into the past. Would that I could live more in the now. But is it not part of the nature of my kind to live much in memory?

No matter. I head back towards Gwingris. May it be I stop for a night or two at Echad Eregion and remember something less sorrowful.

"Elo, Ardanwen! Look at that!"

No matter how much time ran forward, she was still aching for the greatest meager six hundred years of her life. Now, however, the further time moved forward, the further away it was...