Harlond

At last the Súlrohir found safe harbour, anchoring at Harlond just beyond the Rammas Echor, the boundary wall of the Pelennor Fields. Eregiel and Calentauriel were very glad indeed that their four-day sea voyage had been safe and free of incident.

~Harlond~

Maedhrathin is sulking somewhat, and not being especially talkative this morning. A crumbled letter lies on the floor next to him. He has been called back to Lindon by his cousin in Harlond, and is trying to get organized for the trip. Family duties requires him to leave the peaceful valley, though he would rather had stayed longer with Ealendil.

The water was still on that windless night. The ship of his friend Galahir named the Aeronnen lay docked at Harlond in the Gulf of Lhun. A crescent moon and the stars reflected in the still waters of the bay. Galahir was asleep in his hammock inside the cabin but Armanduil sat on deck enjoying the silence of night. Much had happened the last few weeks, a bit too much for his liking. He was glad that Celegil would be alright when the healers are done with him, at least that’s what his brother Fingil told him before they sailed away from Forlond.