Journey

Oh, take a step outside your door
Look around, then take one more
Stroll beyond your garden gate
Wander on, no need to wait

Walk along the grassy lane
Shelter under trees from rain
Help yourself to fruit that falls
Hear the birds that sweetly call

Take a stroll through meadow grass
There's no need for walking fast
Breathe the scent of wild flowers
Keep on journeying for hours

"Where the roof and floor is wove of gold and too is its pillar of silver. Ere the sun rose, the glinting forest of gold. When the sun fails and night awakes, it glows of pale gold in the moonlight. The clear water of Nimrodel and the music of its falls. The fair flowers of Elanor and Niphredil, you too have a place in my heart. I love thee very much, oh dear Lothlórien​."

Back in Bree, Avalong led her motley recruits to the Mess Hall to discuss the terms of their alliance with the Council of the Red Dragon.  The Council seemed like a well-organized troupe of soldiers, dressed in respective hauberks and matching capes.  Their leader held an heir of pride and respect as he introduced his elfin mate, who’s elegant beauty seemed to humble the rest of the elves of the Sworn Wanderers who had arrived in their normal traveling attire.  Even Lefrinu felt out of place in the Council’s presence.