[Dimturiel]

Edhener was now riding alone. He had left his companions behind, exept for Mayonette and Thomas who were in front of him. He prefered being alone for the moment, with his past as his sole companion. Edhener smiled to himself. His preference for solitude made him too much alike to the old folk, weary of life and kin. The young usually sickened for company.

Edhener sniffed the night air. A cool breeze was blowing- the first herald of the morning that was to come. But the stars were still bright on the night sky, and shadows lay upon the sleeping land. Edhener remembered a song that a friend of his from Dol Amroth had taught him, and, almost without realising, he began to hum to himself:

Come, let us tread the moonlit night,
Where snow the trees with blooms of gold,
Where silver stars sing of delight,
Where tales of other times are told.

A house appeared in front of him, but so deep in thought he was, that he was not aware of it until he had entered the yard. Edhener went to the stables where he found Mayonette and Thomas. He nodded to them. He dismounted, and let the slable boy take his horse, while he turned to wait the arival of his companions