Night was beginning to fall when Rhavaniel and her Company reached the northern part of the valley below Rumenya Halya. Their hard run from the Orc and his crew forced them to reach this point far sooner than Gandalf had anticipated.

"That ship will likely be docked further south of us, at the pier." Rhavaniel said. "It is about a half day's ride."

"I thought you were not raised here, Raven?" Ori said.

"I was not, but the Silvan blacksmiths that took me in came to this settlement frequently for work, and always brought me. They wanted me to know my Avari heritage. They did not know this was my true home, and neither did I." she explained. "Now, I know my grandfather was the Cano here. His name was Revion. He never said a word to me."

"They needed to keep you away from your other grandfather. You know that, don't you?" Bilbo said gently.

"I don't know that." Rhavaniel shook her head, "Maybe they did not want to be reminded of the son they lost because of my mother's family. 'Protecting me' was a pretty little lie they told themselves, and I tell it to myself now for comfort."

"We'll camp here." Dwalin said, not much for nostalgia.

"A little further, if you don't mind." Rhavaniel counter-offered. "There is a shed at the edge of this orchard where we can put the ponies. They will gorge themselves sick on fallen apples if we do not lock them up."

"Smart girl." Balin smiled at her.