Battered from battle, the party snaked along a pebble path lined with low blossoming trees. Pink petals seemed to appear suspended in mid air, the trickle of a crystal river flowed near. They had met the Elvish city of Duillond, a palatial yet somehow understated kingdom perched above the river Lhûn.
Passing through the gates, the companions were astounded by a grand town center, ablaze with the scents and sights never witnessed by humble Jamwine. Quaint and dimly lit taverns housed Elven chefs creating artisan recipes unknown to simple Hobbit folk. Tall and fair figures moved throughout the city as if floating.
A gentle hand rested on the weary Hobbit’s shoulder. As he turned and looked upward, a silhouetted figure spoke to him in a songlike voice.
“Welcome to Duillond travelers. I am the one they named Nathronwen, and will be your council on this respite. Come, follow.”
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