((After a long journey, and a stay in his fathers home, but before he first set foot in the inn.))

A lone form stood silent, low, turned against the warm breeze on top of the grass hill top, his form shadowed by the marble marker in front of him. The stone is warn, warm to the touch and smooth from years of exposure to rain and wind and snow, a fae leaf carved into the stone. Somewhere below is a white mare, standing with her back to the wind, her head up watching the cloaked form as he stood head low.

It had been years sense he had been to this place, looking down at this marker, feeling the feelings he was right now. His mother had been slaughtered in cold blood when he was just a child, taken from her horse during an afternoon ride, they had used her, then killed her, and no one had been the wiser. He closed his eyes in silents, the memory of finding her body for most on his mind this day.

Finally he pushed the cloak hood from his head and knelt at her stone, laying a tiger lily on the grave, her favorite flower. Earendur laid a hand on the marker, holding his thought for a moment in deep silent brooding before he Finally raised and held his cloak against the wind rising his head to the horizon, seeing Arrow drop through the sky landing lightly on the stone, wings fluttering. He smiled softly reaching out to carefully brush his fingers through the falcons feathers.

The falcon had never been his, he had been raised by his mother, trained by his mother, and had gone to Earendur when he was child in mourning, and never left him sense. "Forever in your mind my friend," he stated softly and smiled gently, "that's how she lives," he raised and arm and the falcon jumped to him before he turned to head for the horse below heading down the hill to the waiting horse, sending the bird into the air before pulling himself into the saddle and settling there as he collected his reins and looked up at the grave marker one more time before turning the mare and nudging her off at a sedate walk.

There was no rushing anymore, his long journey was over, he was home, healed and ready to start a new beginning. He maneuvered the horse down the path and across the main river boundary halting just on the other side. Here he would pass from elven land to RhyDin, and here he paused, something called him now, stronger then before, and he was ready now to fallow that feeling, the time of waiting had passed, his birthday was quickly approaching and his age was coming up on him, it was time to venture into human land once more.

Settling his seat and leaned into the mare, "Now my friend, you will learn the land you have never seen, and the life you've never know but for what Arrow has told you," he sat back, settled and heeled her into a gentle lope and out onto the path, heading for the city and the inn.

((The night of his arrival home.))

Earendur enter his room looking around, it was expansive, with a plush king sized feather bed and chest at its foot, oak wardrobe and a table and chairs off to the side, a thick plush king style chair by the bed, two oak bedside tables on either side. He moved to throw his bags on the bed and kicked off his boots, he had been gone too long.

Somewhere in the house servants were bustling and preparing a huge meal and gathering, but his main concern right now was relaxing. He stripped free of his old jacket, looking at the worn leather and thinking its time to reline it, it was getting raggedly, but he couldn't bring himself to spend the money on a new one. He set the jacket carefully over the chair and removed his vest next as well as his sword belt, warping it carefully around the weapon's hilt.

Once he was down to his sock feet and his pants and a lose shirt he headed back into the hall, heading back down the stairs across the back of the house and down the back hall, it was quiet here, it almost always was, here was the fire room, a place for contemplation and relaxation, beyond it, the main floor library a collection of books old and worn and scribed in elven hand and tongue. Beyond that room was the sunroom, surrounded by bright windows and cathedral to the roof to the skylights.

But even this he passed in silents, into the next room, silent and warm with steam clinging to the walls and floor. In the middle of the room was a built up square, steps leading up to it, the middle hollowed out and filled with fresh water, sunken deeper then the floor. A huge fire below would have been struck before he even entered the house, the water was warm, steaming, almost to the point of too warm, but that was the point. He paused to strip as he approached the water, setting his clothes on a chair in the corner and moved to start up the steps to the water, lowering slowly into it, wincing slightly at the heat.

The water seemed to bubble around him and carried soreness and weariness from him, salts in the water to help as he settled against the large tub edge, sighing in relief. He remained there in silent's eyes closed for a while when he heard the door open and looked across at the elfess who entered, ducking under the water slightly, "Linw?," he grumbled and she grinned at him.

"Its not anything I haven't seen before Earendur," she grinned, then held up fresh clothes, "father asked me to bring these to you, don't shot the messenger," she moves to set the clothes on the chair, picking up his soiled. He hesitated a minute before pushing off the side and swimming to the edge of the tub.

"Linw?, wait," he quickly spoke before she could go and she turned back to look at him and smiled, brushing her blond locks back.

"Problem?" she asked watching him.

"Question, actually," he answered crossing his arms on the tub edge, resting his chin on his arms.

"Okay, speak," she moved to cross to him, sitting on the step watching him.

"I went looking for Raven, to bring her back to us, she told me she would be staying till the last of the elves crossed the easterly seas."

"Yes, I heard about that, they are leaving to leave the human race in peace, the time of elves have passed."

"So they tell me," Earendur answered and smiled, "I have no intention of ending, but I did leave them."

"Is there a question in that?" Linw? asked softly watching him.

"No, actually it has nothing to do with it, or very little. While I was gone, I had an urge to return home for a very long time, eventually I had enough and did just that. Linw? this calling, its like nothing I have ever felt before, have you ever had a feeling you just had to fallow?"

Linw? shook her head slowly, "No Earendur, but you have always had feelings, you were the one who didn't want mom to leave, and then lead us to her body, you knew that Raven was restless and knew she was gone before anyone had told you."

"Are you saying I have precognitive abilities?"

"Well," she moves to settle a little and he too moves to get more comfortable as she leans in her hand, "were not mages, but we are magical beings, we can heal with practice, and in some cases and with long work, there are small telepathic abilities, we just don't use most of it. You know yourself the strength of our healing, our eye sight is better then a human's even thinks to be, and our hearing is beyond anything they have as well, why not a little feeling of the future? It is always possible."

"I suppose," he nods, "I just wish there was more information on it."

"Check dad's library," she lays a hand on his arm, then moves to stand, "Wash up Earendur, before you wrinkle and are late for supper, dad has a gathering planned." She moved to leave the room and he sighed reaching for the wash cloth and started to clean himself up.

Once he had finished soaping and rinsing his skin and hair he moved to leave the bath heading across the room to a corner drain, pulling the gold chain to dump fresh clean hot water over his body to get the last of the soap from his hair before he went to get the towels from the warming stones, drying off and dressing. Soft form fitting tan slacks and a white dress shirt with a council robe and soft leather boots, he tugs it all on checking fits that seem too perfect then works on redoing his braids before heading out into the hall and back towards the dinning hall.

Already the family was convened together, his father Atanvardoe was at the head of the huge oval table, on his right his oldest sister Linw?, a specter of her mother, on her right, his little brother Gilthoniel, who was the spitting image of his father, on his father's left the chair remained empty for him, on the left of that the chair for Raven would remain empty. He moved to his seat, taking it as the rest of the guests, aunts and uncles and cousins and family friends, awaited him. Once seated food was brought forth tot he group.

Talk that first night home, ranged from his trip to marriages to horse flesh, particularly the mare he had brought home, and the sad loss of the colt he had left on, tragically killed his first day on the other side of the mountain. Earendur was quite most of the meal, contemplative, his fingers brushing the scar on his chest gently, there were other marks on him of course, he carried a scar on his right arm where he had come to close to an Orc-hai arrow, another on his leg from the battle outside Gondor and one just below his hairline that had almost cost him his left the way the one on his chest had, but he had been to brash to realize it back then, and it was the only scar he had that hadn't come from battle.

After the meal the group left the room to head for the fire room, where soft tales were told and songs were sung through the night. Though prompted once to join in, Earendur was oddly silent that night, choosing instead to think on the events of the last few years, and what his future might hold what he wanted. His gaze often drifted to Gilthoniel, he knew what he wanted in his heart of hearts.

He wanted a son, he wanted a daughter, to teach them to ride as he had learned, to give them his strength and shelter then and care for them. He wants a strong colt to raise from birth, to know his only devotion would be to him, to raise him the way he thought a horse should be raised. Most importantly, he wanted a wife, someone to love, to care for and protect, to carry his children and keep his house and ride with him when he requested it, someone to support him as much as he did her. But his birthday was so short a time away, then he would only have two years till he was too old to marry, and he would be denied, a year of engagement dropped his time to only one years, and even he would not push love.

It was late night before he realized he was the only person left in the fire room, and only when Linw? touched his shoulder drawing him from his thoughts. "Go to bed my brother, my son, write your thoughts then snuff your light and get some sleep," she muttered softly to his glazed over look, "With morning will come clear thought, and the sunlight will chase all worry from your mind."

He smiled softly at her and nodded, "Thank you Linw?," he answered softly, laying his hand over hers still on his shoulder, "for being my sister, and for looking out for me."

"Someone had to after mother died. Go now, sleep, and dream well," she helped him to his feet and he moved silently up the stairs and his bedroom once more, this time for the night.