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*incline sher head* How do you do, Lord Gwaihir?

I am Nyssa of Traken.

The winds are pleasant today.

Gwaihir turns his head down to study her.

I have not heard of such a place but then I do not keep track of the names men put upon the world.

It's becoming quite chilly, isn't it?

*nods her head*

Traken is gone; I imagine not many would know of it.

Perhaps for one without feathers to keep warm.

We eagles have watched many worlds go but there is always one to fill its place.

I'm not used to the cold; I'll have to begin to bring a coat.

Traken was completely taken. There is nothing there but a memory and the light of destruction.

Gwaihir lowered his massive form to the ground.

Come. It will be warmer before me.

That is the way of many worlds. Memory is all that remains of time and places that have passed from sight.

*she steps towards him with reverence*

Thank you.

They are good memories -- I am lucky. Where do you come from, Lord Gwaihir?

If the memories are good that remain than the land will never truly be gone.

I believe your people refer to the area as the Wilderlands. We have other names for it but none your voice could repeat.

Thank you. That is very comforting to hear.

*nods* I understand. Is it very nice there?

The Maiar believe that in tales passed on that a land maybe reborn and times come anew. I have yet to see these tidings but the Maiar are wiae beyond even my comprehension.

For an eagle it is paradise but to those who must travel on the ground it is a perilous place of rocks and wild woods.

Who are the Maiar? I apologize; I must seem terribly ignorant. I'm a bit of a traveller.

*chuckles* That sounds like a good many places I have been.

I am not versed in all man's lore but I would think "Angel" or "Guardian Servant" might apply. They serve the Valar though some have been corrupted through time. Yes, Angel would do.

Gwaihir nodded his large head. You must travel far then.

And what is the Valar? The higher power?

*nods herself* Very far - it broadens the mind.

Gods by the mortal recollection.

That is something an Eagle understands.

That makes sense. The Valar are Gods, and the Maiar are their Angels. My religion had no Angels, but we had a God, so I think I understand.

I don't think I could have it any other way, really!

If I were to put it into mortal fashion yes but they are beyond and before man or elves.

The freedom to travel as one pleases is not something any being would freely relent.

*nods then* I understand, I think.

I suppose one day I will wish to settle, I've been told it's the nature of things, but until then I will be free like the wind.

An eagle having an eyrie does not mean one has lost the freedom to travel. There is a season for freedom and one for tending to the settled life.

You're right of course, but I do not imagine once I've settled I will be travelling as broadly as I do. I don't mind - it's a ways away before I need to seriously think about things of that nature.

A wise choice.

Gwaihir settled in comfortably. I would hear a tale of your home if it would please you. I collect tales of many races and lands.