Galadhwen daughter of Aragorn is journeying alone in the wild, it is soon after her fathers death and she still mourns.
The sun rose from the east and the air in the valley filled with the dawn mists, a flurry of leaves whispered over the ground, their feathery touch stroking the cheek of a sleeping from. Wrapped in a green cloak long dark hair spilled out on to the forest floor while the ashes and dying embers of a small campfire lifted with the passing of autumn leaves over the ground. A small bird whistled distirbed my another presence near by. The prone form on the ground heaved a sigh and rose up scattering leaves and ash.
Galadhwen daughter of Aragorn stretched out her arms and looked to the swift sunrise. Her face worn with great grief pale and ashen, long hair matted and tangled fell down her back. behind her the beeze lifted the ashes of the fire higher and mixed them into the swirling of leaves, she spun around at the sound, hand on her sword. She listened straining her sensitive hearing, could hear no untoward noises. drawing a breath of relief she gave a low whistle, from just beyond sight came the sound of hooves. A grey stallion was trotting toward her through the trees, his head held at a proud and haughty angle. he stopped just before his mistress and lowered his head. mumuring sadly to him she hoisted her pack off the floor and sprung upon his back..
Horse and rider were nearing the Misty Mountains and the Gap of Rohan. Galadhwen had loved her mother very much and when she had taken her leave of this Middle Earth had taken on the friendship of the elven horse left berifit, Asfaloth had proven a good friend. Inspite of the love she had for her mother Galadhwen had always been her fathers child. In her he saw all that he loves most her mother's beauty, Elladan and Elrohirs' skill in tracking and sense of humour, Elronds skills in healing and foresight and his own prowess with blade, bow and sword, his own sense of what was just and what was wrong. She had his skill in combat but also his cunning and his heart, with the exception of her mother it was she and she alone with whom he needed no words. Galadhwen was Aragorns light, his Estel, she was her fathers daughter, every inch.
Now he was gone she was unconsolable, her mother also gone to her long rest and her uncles away sailing across the Sundering Seas. Long months ago she had taken her leave of her brother in the gleaming tower of Ecthelion as he sat in his fathers chair. now she wandered far and wide, with her fathers wander lust, yet slowly. She felt she could no longer hide from her grief no longer keep running, but she knew not where to turn. Gondor had been home to her while her father sat on the ancient throne, now he was gone and her brother ruled she felt welcome but not happy. astride Alsfoth her thoughts turned inward.
In desperation she cried out to the big grey stallion, " Away Asfaloth run where your heart commands you as is your wont! Run now to where you would call your home! And may it be I can find peace with you. for a little while!" With that the great stallion whirled around and lashed his tail! far from the gap of Rohan was the valley for which he ran, the the water fell constantly and streams flowed fast. The Last Homely House before the sea!