Not long before the last known records of Gwathrian's passage she was travelling through Dunland, the land of the Wildmen. She was calm and moved slowly through Pren Gwydh then towards the Gravenwood when the nightfall forced her to stay on the border of the forest. She heard the rustling in the bushes nearby and readied her weapon to defend herself. Soon, she threw herself towards the source of the rustling to land a disarming blow on a black, hooded figure armed with two knives. All she have seen from under his hood were his icy blue eyes. Rest remained in the darkness. The man snorted at her but Gwathrian only shook her head. She wasn't scared of him as she has been through much since she left The White City. "A Falcon..." - Gwathrian said calmly as she judged the man by the markings on his gauntlet. The man looked at her with his piercing gaze. "Tis is no a place for ya, Duvodiad." - The man then said with a hard tone - "Let me go!" - He demanded then. Gwathrian held him with a strong grip even for a woman. "Who are you and what do you want?" - She just asked with a calm tone. "I will not talk to ya, Forgoil!" - He then snorted again and Gwathrian sighed then heavily. "Forgoil? I am not a Rohirrim, nor hailing from The Horse-Lord Lands..." - She then explained and as the man demanded proof she just showed him her cloak, with Gondorian Tree. "Enough?" - She asked them. The man nodded. "Very well... ya are of the Stone Folk then, Duvodiad. We are not enemies then..." - He then said letting go of his knives. Gwathrian nodded approvingly and released the man. "I am Gwathrian Thanduil of Gondor and I wish you no harm." - She then said moving a bit back from him. He put the knives back on his belt before speaking again. "I am Shivuil Valaharod of The Falcon Clan. We may not be enemies but your kind is not welcome here." - He answered calmly, this time. They spent a while talking before the Dunlending invited Gwathrian to his village of Tur Morva. She spent the night there before leaving once more and that was the last sign of her that was known to us. Shivuil anyway was soon after taken as a prisoner during one of the battles with the Rohirrim. That's how his story began.
The Horse-Lords took him to one of their cities where he has been held until being sold as a slave to a nobleman of Gondor that came there for a trade. Shivuil then thought that his suffering has ended as he remembered Gwathrian and the kindness she treated him with during her stay in Tur Morva. This time was different, he was wrong. As soon as the Gondorian took him into Pelennor he was forced to work hard, sometimes even without food on the fields. He has remembered that Gwathrian lived in the White City and one day managed to escape from his captivity. Since then he lived in the shadows but after finding out that Gwathrian has never returned, Shivuil left the White City and began the search on his own, with no one knowing about his route.
