[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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Hill after hill, hour after hour Aelin travelled the barren land. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, and at the moment it didn't matter - It just felt right to go this way. He watched as the sun climbed to the sky, only to go back down as time passed. There were hardly any clouds in the sky, but the air was cold. The elf had been wandering south-west from Mirkwood a few days now, hoping to see the Misty Mountains, meet some locals and play his kantele. 

Suddenly Aelin spotted a lone bird approaching him and his horse. He stopped on his tracks, extending his hand for the dove to land on.

[color=limegreen]"Now, what are you doing here?"[/color]

The elf asked, not expecting an answer. He quickly noticed the message the bird was carrying.

[color=limegreen]"Is that for me?"[/color]

Aelin carefully read through the wizard's message. After a while of thinking he gave the white bird a nod and watched it fly off to the same direction it had come from. The elf then picked up his pin for closer inspection - It looked shiny, old and somehow.. Magical. The message had told him to tie his cloak with it, but he decided to just attach it next to his own one.

[color=limegreen]"We're off to this village, then. I'm fairly sure Angfort is on the other side of the Mountains, so we'll have to find a way past them."[/color]

He made a slight turn to the left and doubled his riding speed. The message had clearly been written by someone of great importance, and Aelin didn't want to upset anyone like that. Being called to such a quest was an honor, and at least he'd have something better to do than roam around the wilderness and eat mushrooms. For some time.