Fox

Of course, what would be more intimidating than hundreds of elves clad in similar, golden robes, wearing fox masks and dancing in the twilight...

Farennor and Tyariel in Moria

All was peaceful in the valley below Trestlebridge, that morning.. All was calm, the water still and tranquil, and the only notable thing heard, was the faint sound of a lute.. Eredian and Mathildah had sat by the edge of the water that morning, unaware of the long night that awaited them, blissfully ignorant as they talked amongst themselves.

Eredian and Mathildah sharing a moment under the moon, and the stars, finding a moment's peace within the troubles that surround the poor village of Trestlebridge. They would stand there, in each other's arms, for some time, speaking of their shared longing for peace in the world.

After narrowly escaping the undead wights and gauntmen, they would indirectly discover a second encampment of Dourhand Dwarves. Moving in to investigate, Arthasdir and Eredian would prove their worth with a bow, taking many Dwarves down before they even knew what hit them.

After narrowly escaping a battalion of Dourhand Dwarves, following a botched attempt at getting a closer look at Kheledul, the trio of Arthasdir, Eredian, and Mathildah, travel north, upon hearing the sound of drumming and chanting.

Eredian and Mathildah share a silent moment in each other's arms, under the light of the stars, as they suddenly find themselves with some free time to spend in each other's company, both agreeing that they wished that moment could have lasted forever.