- The Gondorians arrive at the elven (and dwarven and human) enclave.
Rhun: Forest Gates
The sense of light and wonder and abundant, deep-rooted life, intensifies. The forest, earth and sky, look new-washed – as clean as if at the dawn of the first sun. Ahead, two great oaks stand like sentinels on either side of the path. A delicate and lovely tracery of metal fills the space between them. Beyond, the forest seems blurred, as if a mist has descended.
The paths Serika takes the group by are far off the beaten road and often seem impassable at first glance, but she knows where to lead the less sure footed humans to keep them and their horses safe. Among the winding hills, fields and groves, the terrain becomes increasingly rocky and hilly the close they draw to the mountains and the edge of the forest.
It is when they reach the forest that their passage seems to accelerate ten fold. The Avari travels before them, the trees seeming to bend out of their way, a path appearing out of nothinginess, the ground smoothing to an easy avenue. Those who look back will notice that as the lsat passes along this trail, it disappears behind them, the trees and the brush slowly shifting back into place. Though she doesn’t lead you in a circuitous way, this alone would make it exceedingly difficult to find one’s way back through the woods.
Finally, the trees open up a little, and a gate made of magically twisted limbs appears before them, opening slowly under the efforts of a stocky, oranged-beared dwarf who hails them in a strange language that only those familiar with very ancient forms of the elven tongues might have any chance to understand.