"With hope, it will be well. When I departed Arda and was forced to the tower, we called it Eryn Lasgalen and the shadow had been lifted for just over one hundred and fifty years."

A good part of him wanted to refuse to sit and rest, a more prideful part that was more used to being strong for the sake of others. The other, sensible part would like nothing better and he nodded. There had to be somewhere nearby that they could just rest. It was nice to feel a real breeze after so long and he didn't want to retreat inside until it was absolutely necessary. Thankfully enough, one wasn't far and the view was acceptable.

"Would you sit with me? I am not used to be alone anymore."