Loth i Lonnath

The boat left Celondim in the cool, dark night. The moon struggled hard to bring its silvery light through the thick and obese clouds, but there was no victory to be had tonight. The gray veil in the sky equally obscured the stars and the wind was practically non-existent. A heavy sigh escaped from my lips as the ship slowly, gradually moved over the Lhûn towards Mithlond. Along the riverbank, amongst the reed and vegetation, I noticed aggregations of fish being hunted by larger predators.

This great hall echoes of bygone conversations. As if you can almost you can hear voices from the past.. You sense recent events, at the same time ancient ones. But it only makes you solemn when you enter the Halls, nothing more...The Halls are peaceful, a nice place to be. You are alone, but yet not..

The interior is impressive; it also reflects a warm glow from the fire from the three fireplaces. It always makes me warm and safe.

"Shall we sing in our language? Perhaps he will cover his ears with his hands." The tall lean, athletic Elf-sire suggested, smiling at Daerundros coyly. He was garbed in the Hauberk of the Mirdirith, something which struck Daerundros as odd, being that the Mirdirith were centered in Lindon, and not so far East. Nonetheless, Daerundros grinned back at her companion, Cirdamir.

So many moons and suns has passed ever since I went to Echad Rond with my final training. My instructor and mentor Culir has been a true inspiration for me the last weeks. He has taught me so much that I never thought I could be able to learn at all. I learned to range areas in a constructive way both spiritual and physical. I have learned everything that is to know about maps, how to find directions, maps for several purposes. I also learned look up for traps and other traces from goblins and other foe's.