Bryn

Thendryt couldn't be dead.

There must have been some sort of miracle - an extraordinary possibility that he may have survived the deep wound of a dagger, or the high fall from a mountain side, or the exhaustion of continuous battle both physically and psychologically.

Faorie covers her face with her hand, thinking of Thendryt's passing.

Through the white mountains Faorie rushed in search of the man with the black, blood stained armour – Thendryt. His tracks most times had already been blanketed with snow, but under ledges and through ruins the hoof prints of Bovad, his black steed, remained undisturbed.

For many hours Faorie searched. She dared not call to him, for her presence may lead him to disappear as he once did while on the path to Eregion.