Raolor

A cold wind blows from the north.

Endless meadows.

The sky keeps meeting the earth, as far as one can see.

Finally, ​Makanárë and her companions reach the banks of the Anduin, and all stay a moment in quiet contemplation. East lies the Greenwood, and the shadow which has fallen on it; West lie the lands protected by the Lady Galadriel, a wood that is nonetheless beleaguered on several sides by encroaching enemy forces. Though this be the end of their road eastwards from Imladris, it is only the beginning of a new journey.

While passing beneath the golden boughs, ​Makanárë cannot help but remember flashes of memory - another forest, protected by different and yet no lesser enchantment that this one, and the drawing of steel beneath the ancient boughs. She knows Ráolor too is not free of this burden  - for who cannot escape from such an event without scars?

"We should still be careful. We still do not know what they think about our ... past." 

On meeting Alcartano, the group finds that a message of welcome has been extended to them by the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood.