Misty mountains

Soon.
Very soon. 

I shall depart from Bree-land once more to join Fiontann and various other members of the Bloody Dawn in a trip to the Misty Mountains. 
Fang is all pumped up for it, even though he has to mis Naerna for a bit.
Aronath is also ready... My gear is packed. 
I went out with another girl from the Dawn the other day... Taala was her name.
A good archer... perhaps better then she showed me at first....
After all... one must not play all their cards at first moment. 

Deorgast sat on the stairs of his new house, as the sun was rising above the hills in front of him. He felt content for being able to move into a proper residence, and not just sleep here and there where weather would allow him to. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Also, he was now Fiontann's neighbour, so he could bother him anytime he wanted to.
 

Eriador, laer

Evening

An uneventful day but a day of thought and contemplation.

And as Lynxy looked through hills of ice and snow, dreams became forgotten and hearts became broken. Her bloodied feet had led her hill over hill it seemed from the winding plains of Rohan. The shoes were strapped together with torn pieces of her dress in a hope to keep them somewhat together yet the material only wore down messily upon the ground. The coins in her pocket were few and her body screamed with exertion. Her palm clutched at the streaming gash that crossed her delicate face. 

Canopies covering the roads of Caras Galadhon rustled gently against the rolling winds. The twilight skies brought a mystical glow throughout the city as it always had and the citizens roamed about at their own interests, passing back and forth from the swan fountain where Faorie often played.

Strange winds had been blowing down into Imladris...

They're stronger. They're colder...

The search for Thendryt finds its end.

Faorie had returned to Imladris on a heavily clouded morning.