‘Neither shall I miss this smell’ Dol Amroth habitually smelt of a combination of salt and the exotic goods traded in the port. Eäris sniffed the air now. ‘That is odd’ he pondered. There is a smell of burning in the air. It almost smells like…’ he searched his mind for the memory. ‘It smells today like battle!’ he realised. The nobleman smiled at his own folly. Battle, indeed! Perhaps he was becoming, as his children thought, an old man living off war memories. Yes, there were things he missed of that time- the camaraderie, the feeling of unity, his friends of course…and of course the excitement. But on balance, his life was better now. Peace was best for the land, for the people, and for Eäris himself. Still, he fingered the hilt of his sword. ‘Maybe one day you will find further usage…’ he thought to himself.
Smiling and shaking his head at himself, Eäris continued for what he sincerely hoped was the last time back to his lodgings. He reached the gateway. Strangely he couldn’t see Gil or Rolan. He entered the house, a strange sense of unease creeping up his spine. Once again he placed his hand on his sword.
"Father! Mother! Let's go, now! Something's happening" Eäris heard Elvira. He followed her voice, and found her standing in one of the corridors. Astarielle hastened from one of the doorways.
“Come” said Eäris proudly, taking his daughters hand. “I believe it is time to go”
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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