Running through the misty morning light outside of Esteldin. Who says the North Downs are all a bleak, depressing nightmare? This is actually pretty, with several small elven towns, lots of pretty lakes, and green, rolling hills that invite you to run through the grass. The long blades of grass swish, and you feel the tiny droplets of dew on your hands and the almost-tangible morning mist on your face and hair and it feels alive.
It almost feels, in a way, like home.