“I hope I'm not interrupting.”
Thendryt leaned on a pillar and gazed out on the river. Imladris was quiet, if you didn’t count the sound of the large waterfall.
Adanmiel Haerelwen shook her head, but kept her gaze upon the flowing waters.
“Didn't know you were in the Vale, when did you get back?” Thendryt asked.
“I heard you had found out during your watch.” Adanmiel said, wasting no time with unnecessary questions.
Thendryt sighed and looked down.
“You could say that.” He looked up at her. “No answers so far.”
“I do not expect there to be, nor should you.”
Thendryt shrugged.
“Didn't hurt to ask.” He chuckled, before correcting himself. “Well, maybe it did. A little.”
He didn’t know the Teleri well. She had been in the Warband for some time, but the two of them had never really exchanged words. Not for an extended period of time, at least.
He always got a feeling of inexperience around her. A feeling that made him uneasy at times.
“The Warband, ultimately, was the official company. But I do not think its disbanding severs our bonds.” Thendryt half-nodded at her words. “The rest need to understand that. And I hope they do.”
“I've spoken to a few.” Thendryt replied.
“Ah, that's right. Faorie and Lilleduil have also spoken with me.” She smiled softly at him. “About you.”
Thendryt grimaced.
“So tell me, what am I defending you from?” Adanmiel folded her arms across her chest.
“I am hardly in need of defending.” Thendryt said, sharply. “I can handle it.”
Thendryt pointed at her.
“I told Lilleduil that as well.”
“Then what is all this fuss about?”
“Private business between the Lord of Arrows and myself. An arrow was sent to give me a letter, I threw a small rock.” Thendryt shrugged. Adanmiel raised an eyebrow.
“Apparently I got lucky and hit the Elf who delivered the letter. Make a few Vanimarians... Upset. Well, letter and letter, it was a piece of paper tied to an arrow which was fired at me. It's really not that big of a deal, if I'm honest.”
“Why would he fire an arrow at you?”
“The arrow was not fired personally. He had a different Elf deliver it.” Adanmiel nodded. “I can only guess that she thought it was as good a way as any. Though, I can't say I like being fired upon.” He smirked. “Even though I'm used to it.”
“You are one to attract trouble.” Adanmiel said, a hint of skepticism in her voice.
Thendryt elegantly bowed his head, as if he took it as a compliment. The disapproval in Adanmiel’s face was clear.
“Attract it, sure.” Thendryt said.
“Perhaps one could think through throwing a rock at someone before throwing it.”
“Next time.” Thendryt said, smiling slightly.
“Even if a rock... a rock is causing all this unnecessary excitement.” Adanmiel said, shrugging softly. “I suppose Vanimar will deal with it how they will. Frankly speaking, I do not even understand why they bother.”
Thendryt made his way over to a railing, and half sat, half leaned, on it.
“Me not being an Elf is most likely the main issue”
“I understand why they may not always trust Men. I, myself, find it difficult to trust Men.”
Thendryt chuckled.
“So do I. I am more suspicious towards my own race than yours.”
Adanmiel suddenly let out an amused laugh.
“What?” Thendryt said, with a grin.
“Elves are not as swayed by power, emotions, as Men are.” Adanmiel’s expression suddenly darkened. “Although when they take an oath and commit a kinslaying...”
“Emotion's a dangerous thing...” Thendryt said.
“Sometimes.” She pointed at him. “Less rock throwing.”
“But it was such a good shot.” He groaned, and winked at her.
The Elf rolled her eyes.
“There are those that seem to think you are still in danger. You'll have my arrow, just let me know. The Warband may not be around, but you still have our protection even if you somehow think you do not need it.”
“Don't be foolish Adanmiel, this is not your fight.” Thendryt’s voice grew more serious.
“No, it isn’t. But we can't have another episode where you rise back from the dead, now can we?”
Thendryt folded his arms and looked her in the eye.
“I actually thought it was rather amusing.”
“I do not think Faorie did, or Hir Khalis and Hiril Elisbeth.” Her voice darkened significantly, taking the conversation to a different level.
“I'm not that easy to kill.” Thendryt replied, with an equally dark tone.
“Take care then, for the ones who do care about your wellbeing.”
“I do not forget the few friends that I have.”
“I shall hope not.” She smiled at him, yet her tone remained the same. “Well, you need to deal with Lord Dolthafaer.”
“That I do.”
“All the elves running around in this excitement is silly.” She shook her head. “Over a Man. One. Man.”
“The Man, if I may.”
“At least you make light of it.” Adanmiel shook her head.
“Nothing new with a few upset Elves.”
“You seem to enjoy provoking them, nonetheless.”
“Never denied that.”
Thendryt rose from the railing.
“I won't keep you.”
“I'll be around.” Adanmiel smiled at him. “Don’t die.” The concern in her voice was faint, but he noticed it.
“It matters little, I always come back anyway.”
