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As they travel east, the slopes of the Hithaeglir become less bitter and the snow recedes. Descending the slope from the pass into Lothlórien, Makanárë knows not what to expect when she reaches the Golden Wood. But she has friends and kin beside her, as she faces the unknown.
Bundled up against the bitter cold, and carrying her rabbit Míril in a basket snugly strapped to her side, Uilossiel treads the snowy paths across the Hithaeglir in the company of friends old and new.
The lands become rockier, and the stones a reddish-brown hue as the company approaches the mountains. Still, the grass is covered with exquisite flowers, as the chills of the Hithaeglir have not yet taken hold. Lothelian cannot help wondering if there are new and interesting ores and rocks to be found within the passes ahead.
I hope you are well, though I have no idea if you have already left the Valley, by now. If that is the case, I have asked Ada and Naneth to keep this until you send word back to Imladris of where you are, and if letters can reach you. Anyways, I will try to keep this short and to the point. We left Imladris two whole days ago, and stopped in Gwingris last night. The ruins - oh, I know we have come here earlier, with Ada and Nana, but it is not the same. Eregion is a very somber and mysterious land, full of mysteries and memories of the past Age.
The rich, warm soil parted as her hands worked through them. In the numerous holes she had made, there rested single seeds and saplings. Some of these she recognized from previous ages of gardening when passage into the Greenwood was easier. Others were products of change in time and land, unknown potentials waiting to bud. In Eliriael's eyes shined the full extent of the hope she had for these young plants.