Ered Luin

Word had gotten to him how she had vanished out of his reach into the care of Elvish folk. He was not particularly bothered about this knowledge as there was enough to keep his mind busy. If he estimated everything rightly they would appear soon enough to interfere with advancements he was interested to see fulfilled. So either way would bring her close to him again, it was just a matter of waiting for the right time. He could do that, it came as a natural talent to him it always had. Impatience was so vulgar and demeaning.

The following is found written on a piece of parchment left in the Blue Garrison by accident when Tuilinneth used the facilities to lent some maps. One can assume they are notes for a letter she is intending to write.

A rather large mace was the last thing he took up, Hilfar was packed and ready. A laden pony full of wares was waiting at the stables of Thorins hall. Hilfar decided to wear some chainmail for this journey and brought a metal shield, slightly bigger than a buckler, and a rather heavy bronze mace. He met his father before the gate armed with a crossbow and a sword. One last smoke as the sun slowly rises above the mountain peaks.

The young man leaves Archet, journeying to Bree-town.  He has spent five years in that town, looking for clues which may point him on the right path.  All travelers in that area of the world pass through Bree-town.  'tis an infamous town because of it.   The people who pass through are not all of the sort you would sup with, and the young man knows this.

It started about ten days ago. The beginning of a new adventure.
Up on my camp at Ost Barandor in the Brandy hills of Bree-land I encountered the most unexpected person.
Her name was Tarrah Gilaenah or ''Greywolf''. She came into the ruins unaware of my presence. If it was not for Fang then she would have entered unaware to me as well.
It was Fang who sensed her. But she was not alone.....
Her wolf Naerna.... was with her..
She of course on her turn sensed me so a stealthy approach had no use.

A long corridor dark, nearly unlit. Hilfar took a right and a left and another right. He passed a grand metal door and a dark tunnel followed. The tunnel branched into five other directions, Hilfar took the fourth tunnel and passed another great metal door. After another long dark tunnel he nearly reached one of the tinkers halls. He entered a large room with a rather high ceiling, sturdy stone pillars gave the room a cold and clean feeling. The cool mountain air filled the room.