"Son, have you seen the world? What would you say if I said that you could? Just carry this bow, you'll even get paid." The familiar voice came as Thallolad sat, looking out over the great river that marked the edge of the Greenwood. "What do you mean, father?" the young Elf responded. "A warrior, Iond. You could become a warrior..."
Thallolad stepped out of the Greenwood forests on to the fallen leaves of Lothlorien. Words flowed through his mind, both those of his Father, and others. Looking around, the Elf shifted the bow on his shoulder and the blades at his side before starting off into the forest. One thought ran through his head "I'll make everyone proud...."
