"Bella," Arwen repeated. "That is a beautiful name." It sounded just like what it described. Like bells ringing. She placed a steadying hand on the girls arm at her few stumbled steps, lowering it again when she seemed to have regained her footing.
She followed her excitable new companion down the pathway, glancing around as they walked. At Bella's question, she looked back over at her. "Yes, that has been on my mind," she admitted. "Ridgeway is not a place I have ever heard of. Are we still in the west?" It may have been in one of the regions of the far North. Arwen had never travelled that far, and had heard stories of the strange folk who lived up there. Rough, wild men, and a rougher, warmer climate than the cool, gentle temperatures they experienced.