Thendryt couldn't be dead.
There must have been some sort of miracle - an extraordinary possibility that he may have survived the deep wound of a dagger, or the high fall from a mountain side, or the exhaustion of continuous battle both physically and psychologically.
Faorie covers her face with her hand, thinking of Thendryt's passing.
Faorie folded her cloak and fitted it neatly on her bookshelves amongst various texts. Piece by piece she clothed herself in attire better suited for the harsh environment of the Misty Mountains, preparing herself for her final search for Thendryt's body.
She had seen him fall from the cliff, only a meter or two from where she stood, and managed to find the general area of where he had fallen. Small trails of blood were discovered, but his body was still somehow untraceable...
Faorie took a simple cloak from her chest and wrapped it around her shoulders, lifting the hood over her head. She stood before her fireplace, staring into the flames thoughtfully. How is it that I have come to face such loss... she thought. Slowly, she lifted her palm to cover her face in shame. It was at her fault that an end came to a protector of Rivendell, for had it not been for her recklessness in battle his death may had been avoided.
But Thendryt was not himself... he had been overtaken by hate, heavily influenced by his need for revenge. Even so, Faorie should have been more cautious of her every action while in battle, for it could have saved him.
She imagined how her kin would react to the news of Thendryt's death. He had already proven to be a cause of suspicion to some of the others... they may even note that his death was a cost to him from his actions. However, many had not experienced or witnessed the strange behavior he had exhibited in the past few months... many would not understand what had led up to the grave event. In this, it would be fair to accuse her of an irresponsible lack of tactics in combat, perhaps they would even find her to be unsuitable to hold the title of a warrior of Rivendell...
Faorie shuddered at the thought.
She exhaled heavily. It was time to go.
Faorie leaves her home, prepared to search for Thendryt.
Searching around and beyond the place Thendryt had fallen, Faorie could find no remains of him. She had traced the cliff down to the region below where pools of mildly chilled waters could be found. It was for these pools that she had hoped that a chance of his survival may be possible, but due to her inability to find his body the idea became increasingly difficult to believe.
Faorie took one more trip up the mountain to examine the area of her last encounter with Thendryt. Any bodies that had once been there, slain by either her or Thendryt, had either been buried beneath thick layers of snow or had been blown off by extreme winds. There was nothing left to check in that area.
She turned and began to head back when she took notice of something out of place near a collection of ice covered trees. Stopping in her tracks, she gazed upon the ground below their branches to see the faint outline of a body beneath a blanket of snow. It only took a few steps to near the spot where she bent her knees and brushed off a bit of white from the ground. It was the corpse of Bryn.
It was because of her that he had met his end before his malevolent plans could be fulfilled. He had intended to kill her along with any others he thought would benefit the future of his motives... he had intended to kill Thendryt.
He was as pale as the snow, his eyes frozen shut. There was a peaceful look to his face, as if his fate was of no consequence to him. Faorie stared intently at the dead body before slowly closing her eyes and lowering her head in dissatisfaction.
Bryn deserved no respect due to his actions in life, which meant no account would be made of his death, nor would a proper burial be held in his honor.
Faorie lifted herself straight and made her way down the mountain back to Ebrail, her steed, who waited patiently. She petted his mane, mounted him, and made her way back to Rivendell.
It was time to gather the other warriors and reveal the death of Thendryt. His death was unplanned, his body undiscovered, and whatever consequence that was to befall Faorie was to be met with a deserving acceptance.
