Post by vanya on Jan 13, 2006 4:06:06 GMT
Majestic and silent, covered in grey mist of the night aproached the Grey Fleet, with flaggs on the topmast of Mithlond and Gondor. Lady Vanya stood on deck, her blonde long hair waving behind her, while she was watching out for the lights of the Pelagir. Horns sounded through the night when the fleet sailed into the port of Kings, and gangways were layed to let the army of Mithlond off board. Horses and rider and swift elven feet hurried through the mists, noticed by few. And the elvenhost made their way up into the north, in direction of Erebor, the dwarven dwelling.