To give luck, to another in need.

Vandallan walked outside of the safehouse to a troubled Addiela, he grimaced and noted how her mood had soured quite terribly throughout the hours. With a bit of courage he removed the Mithril pendant from around his neck, shaped in a Lorien tree leaf and handed it to her. He knew she'd need it, and hoped it would put her mind at ease. Thought for a moment she refused, he insisted. He remembered all of the times his life had been in danger, all the scars he's endured and the dark times and he almost always acquitted it to that antique around his neck. He was happy to give someone else the luck, if it had any left. He knew he might have used it all up. He couldn't help but think to himself that it would be in good hands should this be his last battle, should he sail for Valinor. Although He'd been lucky enough already, and might fate have it they both survive the battle to come she'll return it to him. Until then he had to give luck, to another in need.