Osilivren

“Safe travels to you both.”
Osilivren bowed to Faorie and then to Thendryt.
Thendryt bowed his head slightly in return.
“Wherever the path may lead you. And if not sooner, then I shall surely see you in the halls of Mandos.”
Osilivren mounted his steed and set off, leaving Faorie alone on the side of the road. She stood there a moment, before turning around and slowly walked over to the stair where Thendryt sat.
“He’s not dead yet.” Thendryt said, noticing a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Following the banner’s return from Eregion, a night’s rest and a hot bath and some well-cooked food had given Lilleduil a much better attitude towards the world in general.  After lunch she had walked down to the stables to find Ladrochan only too eager to saddle her fractious warhorse, who had been kicking his stall for a day.  Lilleduil took him on a swift gallop that traversed the whole Valley; then, when Braigsul settled at last, walked him up to the door of the Homely House.  There she encountered Gaufwin, who looked about as dressed up as she’d ever se

Entry Nine: Rescue

We found him at last, we passed through the Giant Halls  and made our way to the East, Fang found some traces of blood and we followed them, while sliding down the hills and hiding from an avalanche.

An Elf appeared, his name is Osilivren, I can't say he was pleased to meet us since apparently Faelyne said that she's coming to no one and he was angry at her. Fortunately after Taala, the Grey Warden and I talked and said how she helped us he accepted our claims and both came with us to search for Brammy.