[Everdawn]

At the edge of the field a lone tall figure of a woman stood and smiled to herself. It had been a year since he had departed the shire and now upon her return she was indeed fortunate enough to discover the goings on of a party.

A familiar voice was upon the air and the hauntingly aloof woman raised her head as if being summoned to listen. “Piosenniel” she smiled again and let the hood of her cloak fall to reveal a snow-haied elf. The elf known as Umbariel the Everdawn to elven kind and Elfsun to the western men.

In the year before she had come to the inn in search of her daughter, and she had found her with the help of two rangers. Having found her daughter, the elf had then travelled into the vacant Lorien to seek a final solace and now she had come on her way to the Grey Heavens; the gateway to the west.

Her graceful floating strides took her closer and closer to the party until she was in the misdt of many Halflings and men alike. She glanced around to look for the one whose familiar voice she had heard upon the air before finding among a group of hobbits. Carefully she approached it and looked in amazement at the other elf and bowed."a strange day it is when elves should journey into the shire" she repeated the same words she had spoken when she first laid eyes on the Shire. “But not so strange that they wander to reach the gate to the west.” She grinned. “I have been gone for what in the first time in my life seems an age, so much so that I do not expect you to remember me…I can now plainly see that you do not carry a child within you.” Elfsun gestured to her stomach. “Was it a boychild or a girlchild which you bore?”