Through hills, prairies, and forests, they continued to venture through these terrains, before managing to get across into the border of the Eriador region, near the mountain pass. Even though it was summer, it was cooler in the Northwestern part of Middle-Earth, where the air had a few spots of moisture moving within it. Just as the sun began to set, they were nearly there, having to scale, in order to reach the village that stood near the rock structures, where another large mountain stood nearby, and overshadowed it. 

Saeril had allowed her hair to flow free, just as they had managed to walk up a hill, and spot the village before them. It dawned upon the winged she-elf that she hasn't been here in a while; for several years, she hasn't been here.