Once more Aeradin and Killandra were back in the frozen roads that led through Forochel. Not that you could call them roads, they were more like trails where the snow had become compressed from all the trade caravans that passed in and out of the area. It was snowing, the light was dimming but at last they saw the colourful pennants which marked the encampment they were planning to stop at.
As the pair entered the encampment they were greeted in a friendly manner for they were known to the men who inhabited this land. They had earned their respect when the black and blue cloaks of the warband were here before at the appearance of the black upright stone which had emerged from the bedrock. This ancient artefact had begun to influence the surrounding terrain so much so that it had drawn the attention of Lord Elrond of Imladris. The Lady Elisbeth then leader of the Warband did take up the investigation in the strange occurance not only of that ancient relic but also of the others which had appeared across Arda.
Pulling their cloaks around them the pair looked about for a place to tether their steeds. Even their mounts bred from stock brought up Imladris from Rohan were not enjoying the very cold climate. Aer dropped his pack close to one of the banked fires when a voice rang down in a friendly hail from above. There stood before them an odd figure for their dialect gave them away as being one of the elder but their clothing was more attuned to the local inhabitants. He walked with Aer to where his sister was unpacking their gear and then offered his name to them Elveaner.
It seems fate was twisting things that day for not long afterwards just before the sun vanished for the evening then did a cry go out from the watchers at the entranceway to the enclosure. A black figure rode in riding a steeds of jet black with golden adornments. The pair instantly knew who this was despite their features being hidden from view in an effort to keep warm. This was Lady Caleniel foremost warrior among the elves who rode under the crest of Rivendell.
They spent the next few hours breaking waybread with one another and sampling some of the “finer” local foodstuffs……fish and broth!
