It was early in the morning when they arrived. The nights before journey had not been the most pleasant one- it had started to rain, and the cart's roof was made of a thin cloth. So in a short time, everything in the cart was wet, including Erestor; who had joined Poencak in the back sleeping.
She was relieved like everyone else, who had come, when they arrived and when the rain had stopped.
They first arrived at a row of large trees; they appeared to Erestor to form some sort of gate or barrier. The cart continued on rolling through and past them. It seemed by magic to her, that they passed through them. Looking behind her, she remained astonished on the trees looked like they would let no strangers through, but they had let this ragged dogged down company of elves pass.
Soon enough her attention returned to the forward motion of their journey.
It took several hours before; they arrived in a country free of trees. Right to left- north to south, wide grassy plains seemed to roll out on top of the ground. By now, Erestor had clamored out of the back and into the front.
Staring up at Cirdan, Erestor asked in disbelief tinged with some worry.
"Have you been driving all night?" Waiting for a reply, Erestor asked again.
"Have you been driving all night?"
Cocking his head up, Cirdan suddenly turned around to face her.
"Um, yes I have, somewhat. I took a little nap in between." Grinned Cirdan back sheepishly.
"You took naps, driving?" Replied Erestor back, more boldly, raising both eyebrows, up at him this time.
"Yes." Giggled Cirdan back.
That's when Erestor made her mind up, that the past days events had driven him insane. He didn't turn her assumptions down, when he started lightly singing, puckering his lips backwards and forwards with the high notes, of the song he started to sing.
Shaking her head, Erestor took the reigns off of him and gave them to Poencak, who had followed Erestor forward when he heard Cirdan giggle.
Both silently agreed with each other, that he had become mad; temporarily to permanently was still up to debate.
They continued the rest of the journey is silence, apart from Cirdan occasionally bursting out in song, in the back of the cart. That was his prison, as appointed by Erestor, until they arrived in Lindons capital.
Another day had gone by before they reached Lindons capital.
It looked slightly similar to the Grey Havens, just busier, grander and no docking ports. They were received by many elves; who obviously had received of the slaughter in Valinor.
Everyone knew someone there, except Erestor and Poencak. Looking up at Poencak, Erestor expected him to recognize someone in the crowd, but was just rewarded with a confused look that matched her own.
"Don't you know any of there elves?" Asked Erestor with a glum expression.
"Nay, my lady I don't know any of them." Replied Poencak feeling shameful, for letting her outwardly down.
"Didn't Cirdan describe or recommend anyone to you?" Questioned Erestor again, desperately.
"No, just like you; he just grabbed me and off we went." Replied Poencak, becoming obviously depressed about the situation.
Bursting out in song again in the back Cirdan, just aided in making the situation worse for the two youths.
"Well he's not on top of things." Said Erestor plainly looking behind herself briefly. Her expression now matched Poencaks depressed pout.
"I do not think that he would be in normal state to aid us now." Said Poencak scrunching his eyebrows together, at his obviously temporarily misguided uncle.
"I say we look for someone that knows him." Resolved Erestor jumping off the cart.
Looking up at Poencak briefly waited for him to join her.
"We cannot depart leaving my uncle in this illogical shape of mind." Replied Poencak, kneeling on the cart bench.
"I don't think anyone is going to run off, with an 'illogical' man." Said Erestor, impersonating Poencaks use of high English.
Smiling down at her, Poencak, quickly covered his uncle up, and joined Erestor in search of someone that would be brave enough to lay claim on kinship with this 'illogical' man.