It is only a short ride from the stables to the Gates of Imladris. Nelnardis urges Beren to a canter, listening to the steady rhythm of hooves upon the road, trying to calm herself. However her heart inevitably beats faster as she nears the watchers.
One of them sees her approach and they sigh as Beren slows to a halt. Before Nelnardis can even ask the question the watcher shakes their head. Nothing. She nods, sadly, turning back to the road to the stables.
Months… and still no word from her brother. She is probably just being paranoid, but it has never been so long without a single letter. Nelnardis just wants to know if he is safe… if he is still alive. The last she heard was that he was going North for more aid. He is probably still traveling or it is not safe to send messages. Or perhaps he has sent some and the carrier-hawks or ravens have been slew or lost. Anything could have happened. Nernulas is a strong warrior. He is most likely fine.
Nelnardis reaches the stables at dawn and gives Beren an apple. Maybe tomorrow will bring news.
