Heading for Tol Fuin
When the great wave drownded the lands, and all of the western lands fell beneath the sea, not all was lost. The Kingdom of Thingol, the heights of Dorthonion, fell beneath the waves but for this far point. And now, as we pass through the ice, we come unto the last bit of the elder kingdom.
Upon either side of our ship, great walls of ice jut up from the sea, tall cliffs of shining white and blue and under their frigid shadow our ship sails. Mathias keeps a key eye on Daisy, and has a fur robe for her should she grow cold.
Myself, I must keep to my charts, for even now our ship has made its way to the tip of the lost realm....a small isle where the ice forms. And here, on the beach, is a sign for what I seek.
Wood, old, broken, and cast ashore. The wreck of the ship we seek. And in the hill above it, a cave whose opening is carved like a pair of trees.
It is time to go in.
"Daisy, dear, wrap up warm. We're going to go underground."
Upon either side of our ship, great walls of ice jut up from the sea, tall cliffs of shining white and blue and under their frigid shadow our ship sails. Mathias keeps a key eye on Daisy, and has a fur robe for her should she grow cold.
Myself, I must keep to my charts, for even now our ship has made its way to the tip of the lost realm....a small isle where the ice forms. And here, on the beach, is a sign for what I seek.
Wood, old, broken, and cast ashore. The wreck of the ship we seek. And in the hill above it, a cave whose opening is carved like a pair of trees.
It is time to go in.
"Daisy, dear, wrap up warm. We're going to go underground."