The choice - where to travel?

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Two more days passed and the Company prepared themselves to set off once more - bags were packed, and trail rations were re-stocked. Elrond presented Fengel with a leather map case which contained an elegant map of the Misty Mountain region. Along with this, the Company returned to their apartments to find clothing re-stitched, armour mended, and weapons honed - the work done well enough to impress even Nain. In fact, the Dwarf felt a bit of envy for the skilled hands that had worked on his axe.

It was during this time, while Dirnhael stood within the quiet stables brushing down his mount that Arwen quietly came to him, in her arms laid the longsword that her folk had laboured long upon. The Elfess was but a mere few feet away when Dirnhael noticed she was there. He turned with a smile and was pleased to see the one she gave in return.

"Mae govannen Dirnhael, how go your preparations?"

For the second time, he was unable to speak - the sight of this woman was so startling and so breathtaking.
But unlike the last time they had met, his ability to speak recovered more quickly.

"All is well, lady Arwen," he replied. "We have chosen our route, and though I long to tarry forever in this place, it is time for us to continue our voyage. I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality and the skills your people have offered us during our stay."