Rivendell

Thendryt stood along the bank of the lake found in a relatively private area of Rivendell, staring out along the movements of the waters. He was still, the shade of the immense boulder beside him shadowing him from the lowering sun's rays.

Two elves were approaching not far from where he stood - Nelnardis and Faorie. They stopped once near him.

He turned his body towards the two, shifting his gaze between them.

Faorie led Nelnardis into Imlad Gelair where they stood within the immense gazebo under the darkening sky.

Shortly before they decided to make their way to the relatively private area, Khalis had advised Nelnardis to speak to Hiril Elisbeth, leader and lady of the Warband - causing the young Leutha Maethor concern. He left the two, leaving Faorie and Nelnardis standing alone beside the Homely House. Nelnardis turned to Faorie with an anxious expression, asking her what has happened that would require an audience with Elisbeth.

As soon as she set foot in the yard, they were bounding up to her and knocking around her legs, sniffing curiously. Teleny's laughter rang through the crisp night air. "Alright, alright. I missed you guys, too!" She traipsed up the steps, pulled the key from under the doormat, and unlocked the door while the dogs hounded after her.

I rode to Rivendell with Tom on a Inn League mission. It was the third time I've been there.

Every time I've gone, I go giddy when I come out of the pass and look down into the valley. This time was no different. I gripped my pony's reins. One false step and we'd be tumbling down the mountainside. When we got to Elrond's stables I hugged her so tight that she whinnied.

We stopped to look at the falls. It's magnificent!  So much water!  Such power!  I just had to take out my pastels and sketch.

Ebbephant,

Forgive me for not making the journey to Lothlorien alongside your beloved Nelnardis and your muinthel, Forostel. A strange encounter of mine in the Northern end of the Trollshaws has left me -

Faorie folds the paper semi neatly and slides it to the other end of her red table. She stands from her seat and searches through her bookcase for another piece of blank parchment. Sitting back down, she attempts another letter.

Ebbephant,