Having tracked and picked off some orcs and goblins during her vendetta against the species, Cerynitis found herself in the Lone-Lands. She ventured towards the remains of Ost Guruth, and upon finding an encampment there, rested there to recover her strength and wits, and was able to replenish her supplies. While there, the elf maiden heard rumors of how many of the men were sent out to battle the undead in the ruins of Nan Dhelu.
Cerynitis decided to check out the rumors, and to her horror found them to be utterly true. She could not believe her eyes, and the huntress began to fear just what kind of corrupt power would cause such disgrace to the dead. It was no wonder why her family was heeding the call to Valinor…but she herself believed it was wrong to abandon Middle Earth in its dire time of need. She then wondered if word of her family’s demise reached the House of Valehaven…or if they too no longer strove to protect the Lands of the Free People.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cerynitis caught a glimpse of another elf fighting off the undead scourge. However, he was about to be overwhelmed by the sheer number of bodies that were shambling over from behind him. Quickly, she pulled a phial that contained a type of oil that glowed with a pure, ethereal light. Dipping her arrow tips in the oil, the elfin maiden loosed them into the fray, aiding the other elf until she was certain he was safe.
In him…in his struggle…she saw hope…
His name was Adreles, another member of the Sworn Wanderers who had been n a mission to scout and investigate the rumors surrounding the ruins of Nan Dhelu. Unaware of what was coming up from behind him, he caught a glimmer of light out of the corner of his eye, just as one of the huntress’ arrows went whizzing past him and into the skull of a Wight. It gave him the second wind he needed, catching only glimpses of her as they finished off the vile undead. He could tell she was an elf…that she was battle worn…a survivor of the wild. None of her armor matched, nor did it look as though it was made for just an elf. But when he looked to thank her for her assistance afterwards…she was gone.
Examining the area where he had seen her, he found the phial of light-oil…it looked as though it had been dropped; but he barely found any other signs of her. He could tell that she simply didn’t want to be followed…and if it weren’t for his report, he would have tried either way.
