Adventure's calling (Eriador)

I often have a feeling, a feeling that rots me from inside, that I have to go, anywhere, with no money, to experience again those moments I've lost while I was traveling my country when I was younger. It's strange, as time flies, I still travel, but I crave for more, and that hurts when, at the time being, I am not able to feel the same joy again.
But oh well, I am bold, but let me be a little bolder and do my own shit.

Also, this is Eriador, seen from the borders of the Shire, the misty mountains are in the distance and two little poems are written with golden pencil "Misty Mountains" and "Frodo's song" (still round the corner there may wait).

Medium: Oil pastel on A3

My LOTR folder:
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