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After departing the Hall of Fire in somewhat of a rush, Calanis had retreated to her usual destination for silence, contemplation and healing of woes of the fëa. There where the Bruinen descends from the Hithaeglir, it clashes down into the Hidden Valley with great force and a roaring noise of the water upon the rocks. At the bottom of that waterfall, on a damp, mossy ledge, she sat down.
It feels good to get off my feet after a long day's walk! The dwellings since we left Bree seem to be getting more and more broken-down - the next place we stop will probably be little more than the outline of a room - but at least our tents are holding up!
Our new friends warned us that the forest was dangerous, and offered to guide us though. Funny though, I didn't see any of the trolls or bears they told us about! Guess we got lucky!
We *think* Dobb got up early to scout ahead while the rest of us did normal things like wake up and find breakfast...hey, did he leave the map with anyone? These kind tall folk brought us to safety and we shared a meal with them!