After a few months, there he was, heading North again. His path leaded to Eriador, where he planned to settle for good, away from all the fighting and death. He was not a man to wish a glorious death. He feared death, he did not welcome it. He had seen it before the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, back in the siege of Helm's Deep, before dawn came and the massive beasts were upon the walls.
But above all, he wanted to see his old friends.





