Rivendell

Tywerd looked around inside The Prancing Pony Inn .  Fireplace was lit , people were standing near it , drinking , talking ..   Tywerd saw barliman washing glasses with a piece of white cloth . At the table that was overlooking the fireplace , four hobbits were dancing and drinking .

The Hall of Fire was still and empty. The large fireplaces, burning with its usual comforting flames, lit the hall with its soft glow. Not a single elf stirred. Except one.

Faorie returned to Imladris after a long, unsuccessful night tracing Thendryt. There were no tracks to follow, no signs to search for, no witnesses to question - a way to locate Thendryt by this point was nonexistent.

Unkempt and slightly dirty, Faorie washed herself and replaced her armour with temporary casual attire. Dark clouds still rolled over Rivendell from the earlier rain accompanied by chill winds unusual for the season. Dried leaves rolled across the roads, making crinkly sounds with every turn the winds would take them.

Faorie stands near the Gates of Imladris, waiting for Thendryt.

The Hall of Fire glowed with its usual soft light, elves scattered across the area in small social groups as normally seen. Faorie gazed searchingly around the hall until she found the one she sought – Elisbeth. Straightening herself, she confidently took the steps forward needed to stand beside the lady and leader of the Warband.

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.