Lothlorien

((Please forgive my crude attempt at Tenwar))

Ealendil is overjoyed, the journey that she had wanted, dreamed of, needed, to undertake to Lothlórien is no longer just that, a dream. All the talks and plans she and Evlealin had had and made through the days of last autumn, and which had had to be laid to rest, are finally no longer just that, talks and plans.

Tall and brave, clad in green
did he stand to bid me farewell.
Departing on a secret errand he was,
one on which he must not be seen.

My brother bid me farewell.

He departed then well-armed,
bearing the blessing of the Lord and Lady,
to journey far on sword and wit
with our wishes that he return unharmed.

My brother bid me farewell.

The morning was most beautiful and bright.
The birds were singing, the wind was sighing,
and around us many brilliant flowers bloomed.

And thus the last (or maybe not?) journey of the Shadow Walkers began. With Sauron gone, it was like a weight was lifted from their souls. The journey was long but certainly fun in a way and sad in another.

They passed through Gondor, stopping in Bar Hurin, Arnach, Pelargir, Linhir and Lamedon, and they eventually went through the former Paths of the Dead. None of them ever feared this place, whatsoever. In Rohan, they made fewer stops, and they typically stayed in the wild, except that one time they went to an inn in one of the towns and drank some mead together.

Several reports and files are kept together within Archives in Rivendell and hold details on the elf named Tîn Gilith

The early spring air streamed into the window, gentle sunlight falling on the intricately carved bed. Uilossiel stirred and rolled over, looking over the edge of the bed toward the window.