Tingruviel turned the document over and stared at the blank page. As she faced the front again, her expression turned rather sour. An artifact lost to the city of Gondolin, supposedly in the hands of... dwarrow. How could that be? And more to the point, where was it now? In some cave, supposedly. The scout had reported guards at the gate, a multitude of them. Enough that he would not be able to pass through without notice. She frowned, it would have been so easy to just slip inside and take it, if it were not for... No. They had to do it in a different manner. But with most of the Arrows engaged in the north... she had only one choice. Lord Tindir. She arose and snapped to Sorontar that she would be back. His expression did not flinch one moment. He was used to her moods by now.
As she strode through the hall, she wondered what this could mean. If she sent someone south to fetch it? She would need a scholarly person, someone who knew the history well. Perhaps a guard or two. A small gathering, or they would easily be detected. As she turned the corner she nearly crashed into the Hammer Lord himself.
"Ah, Lord Tindir! Just the one I was looking for.''
He cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled.
"And why would that be, lady Tingruviel?"
She snorted and shoved the report in his hands.
"Can we speak somewhere private? We have work to do."
