Fourth Age

"In my travels, the east of Middle Earth remained mostly unexplored due to the foul wind blowing at Sauron's command, keeping the Free People away from his  dark lands. Now, perhaps, there is a gust of clean wind cutting a path through it, for light to shine and heal that land"

... Yet the Kintai claimed to be nothing like her or her companion. At face value, sure a noldo and a sinda appeared much different than them, they had darker skin, used face paint, styled their hair differently and spoke a language of their own. Earcalie found very weird their custom of carving trees for the departed, to “tie their fear to their birthplace?” they called them Verothi*. She tried to tell them that there was no need for it, that their faded souls would go to Mandos like the other elves but again, Dagortas insisted that the Kintai are nothing alike.

"For my kind, the years pass by so slowly, but for mortals, they are as fast as a blink of an eye. We celebrate our own Yestare, yet to the Secondborn, it is as if each new year brings with it promises of renewal, in ways I barely comprehend. I do know however, that for each of us an age is ending, and a new one is beginning. May it bring renewal to all of us"

"Change doesn't come easy for the elves. Some say stillness is our undoing, and maybe so, but when I look at what was, what is and what will be, is it really bad to wish things stay the same? Such duality I find in the sky. The sky is always the same. But the clouds are not, they are ever changing in shape and form"

"I always heard that the wind that blows from the East is fowl and bringer of dark clouds that blot all sunlight. I saw it for myself and yet, I also saw it being repelled by the western currents. I do believe the ill omen wind can be cleansed, one day. Malicious or not, I shall still record it in my charts otherwise my work won't be complete"

This wild cat was massive. With short fur except a long mane that covered his head to the shoulders, copper coloured and blowing in the wind, massive clawed paws and fangs that put those of a sabretooth to shame. Earcalie could not tear her eyes away from the creature, both scared and awed, "majestic" is all she could think