They rode side by side through the valleys of Sirion, with the Shadow Mountains and the crags surrounding the mountains retreating rapidly on both sides, until the smoke of Ardgarland was left far behind the barrier of mountains, and the bright land of Siberland spread before them. Then the breath of early spring still flowed under the ice floes of Sirion, or sprouted on the grass sprouts in the clefts of the rocks. Then the road parted at the shores of Lake Evelyn - the happy gatherings that had taken place by this lake were not forgotten many years later, but they did not stay long at that time, because no one doubted that they would meet again soon - the Narog River originated from there, rolled southward, and crossed Kinglis along it If you cross the river, you can see the undulating outline of the dense forest in the Faros Highlands; the other road is close to the southern foot of the Shadow Mountains, stretching to the west, and the mountains become gentler and gentler. Finally, when the salty smell of the sea hits your face, you can see the city of Winyama lying quietly at the foot of Talas Mountain.
——F. A.61, Soon after Dagor Aglareb, the Glorious Battle.
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