So much for the grandeur and beauty of Rivendell… I rode like the wind back to bree the next day. Haarland and I decided to strike out north from Trestlebridge to the Fields of Fornost. I didn’t realize what we were in for. It’s evil, desolate and gloomy, here.
This picture is of me standing on a large hill with the moon in the background. This photo is actually really pretty, regardless of whether the area is nice to us or not.