AelKennyr Rhiano They set sail in the cool predawn of the morning...the stars still overheard, though the moon had found his journey and the sun just set to embark upon her journey. Despite the deep foreboding heaviness in his heart, Olwe breathed deep of the sea air, his eyes on the horizon. searching for the shores of Sylvahara. He watched the sea merchant Nole, ever efficient, ever sure of the sea route, and he smiles to himself as he aids the noble Teleri, his hands sure and efficent, comfortable with the familar tasks of seamanship. As he moved from one task to the other, Olwe's mind went back to the letter sent before embarking from Alqualonde's familar dock. My Fair and Gentle Cousin, The Beauteous Queen of the Sylvan Elves, Comet, comes greetings from Olwe of Alqualonde.... | ||||||
The One Ring has been destroyed. And yet there are whispers of a Prophecy. A prophecy that tells how all the Free Peoples of Middle Earth, Elves, Men and Dwarves alike shall battle side by side with the forces of the Valar against Melkor and his resurrected army of old followers....
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