Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-26210095-20160718013851

After a hard ride, Aerion made it back to Pelargir. Her fair walls and port were seen in the distance. In recent years the economy and trade of the realm had shifted from Dol Amroth back to Pelargir, under the careful auspices of his father. His father was a harsh, cruel man but brilliant at governance and buisness. Under his rule, Pelargir had become the second greatest city of the realm.

Aerion rode to the gates, passing the fair countryside dotted with homes. The gates opened before him, and he was greeted by the scent of the city. She smelled salty, a bit fishy, like the sea. This was his home.

He rode down the streets. Men and women alike scrabled to get out of the way of his horse. He rode back to the royal residence, the dwelling place of all the Edhellion's for years beyond count.

...but then he took a left turn, making towards the caves. The Caves of Uinien, they were called. They were a subterranean grotto below the city, where a freshwater spring gurgled up out of the depths. They used to be a pilgramage site for the Faithful, but the importance of the grotto's decreased as pilgrims instead began taking the road to Minas Anor. Now the caves were abandoned, forgotten, save for those who remembered.

The Caves lay below a small shrine for the sailors, who prayed to Uinien for a safe journey. The walls of the shrine were light blue, and studded with large blue gems. It was made in the days where Numenor was still above the waves. The statue of the Lady Uinien was above. He gave it a reverent nod. The spring was designed to feed into the statue above, so the statue of Uinien was a small island in the middle of a fountain. There was a small room in the back, left for the attendants who managed the small shrine. He stepped into the room. Fortunately, they were all off duty. He felt the old limestone bricks, feeling for the gap. Once he found the small gap, he inserted the key into it. The key to the shrine was a hereditary heirloom of the Edhellion family, he found it easy to steal it from his father. The stone groaned and shifted, and a small hole, barely large enough for a man to walk through, appeared in the stone.

He crawled through the passageway. Soon the passage gave way to small a small slick stairway. The light was growing dim, so he lit a torch to guide himself. The stairway was slippery, and he almost fell more then once.

He eventualy reached the grotto. It was a large but quiet spring, feeding fresh water into the cavern. There was a small statue of Uinien, made in silver, that seemed to glow in the light. He always enjoyed going into the grotto. Somehow he felt that this was his place.

He felt an unusualy strong connection today though. As if something would happen.