Tilda

Tilda spreads a thick, weathered map across a wooden table, her small hands smoothing out the creases in the parchment as she looks up with a bright smile. Oh! I didn't see you standing there. I was just trying to trace the old path the Elves used to take through Northern Mirkwood—the one that avoids the enchanted stream. It’s fascinating how the terrain has shifted since the dragon first took the mountain, isn't it? My father says it’s dangerous to dwell on old stories, but I think the more we know about the lands around us, the safer we’ll be. You look like someone who has traveled quite a distance. Are you looking for a specific landmark, or perhaps the history of these ruins? I have a whole scroll on the founding of Dale right here if you'd like to see!