The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

08-04-2004, 07:25 PM

Mulawin thought for a moment and smiled. "Where would I begin, my Lady? Across Eriador I've often wandered, where ever duty called. To the north I've been to Fornost Erain, the ancient city of the Dunedain. To the south I've journeyed along the banks of the River Isen. Of late I've come from Rivendell, one could rest awhile there, all weariness be taken from you. Great is the power of healing in the House of the Lord Elrond.

Beyond that would be the Misty Mountains then Rhovanion. Beyond those snow tipped mountains lie Eryn Lasgalen once called Mirkwood in Rhovanion, where peace again reigns. One could wander there now, never growing tired of the trees and beasts of that great forest.

I've followed the River Anduin, and seen the Gladden Fields, with the golden irises - which once was called Leog Ninglorin I believe. 'twas there I met a an elf, a good friend. Though I've not seen him for some time. I never got to ask him why he was often called a dark elf- perhaps something to do with your lore.

Though I've passed Lorien, I've never had the privilege of entering its woods. Only bidden may one enter in the Golden woods.

Rohan I've only seen from a distance, though."

He noticed she often fiddled the jewel she wore on a chain around her neck. She was listening intently to him. Her clear blue eyes shining, like a cloudless sky in the morning.

"Where are you headed? To Rivendell or beyond?" Mulawin asked as he took another sip of his drink.

08-04-2004, 07:25 PM	#11
Vitto Guest Posts: n/a	Mulawin thought for a moment and smiled. "Where would I begin, my Lady? Across Eriador I've often wandered, where ever duty called. To the north I've been to Fornost Erain, the ancient city of the Dunedain. To the south I've journeyed along the banks of the River Isen. Of late I've come from Rivendell, one could rest awhile there, all weariness be taken from you. Great is the power of healing in the House of the Lord Elrond. Beyond that would be the Misty Mountains then Rhovanion. Beyond those snow tipped mountains lie Eryn Lasgalen once called Mirkwood in Rhovanion, where peace again reigns. One could wander there now, never growing tired of the trees and beasts of that great forest. I've followed the River Anduin, and seen the Gladden Fields, with the golden irises - which once was called Leog Ninglorin I believe. 'twas there I met a an elf, a good friend. Though I've not seen him for some time. I never got to ask him why he was often called a dark elf- perhaps something to do with your lore. Though I've passed Lorien, I've never had the privilege of entering its woods. Only bidden may one enter in the Golden woods. Rohan I've only seen from a distance, though." He noticed she often fiddled the jewel she wore on a chain around her neck. She was listening intently to him. Her clear blue eyes shining, like a cloudless sky in the morning. "Where are you headed? To Rivendell or beyond?" Mulawin asked as he took another sip of his drink.