0.2 Prologue: The Lone Arrow

Valanduir travelled from the Bay of Belfalas with Nethillon until Minas Tirith. This time was different than always as he was permitted in the city once again after Nethillon's request. Valanduir Alagaer was always seen as a hooded figure but no one ever paid attention (no one but Nethillon) how he really looked like. He was a tall man with skin tanned by sun. Valanduir's face was smooth and young, he had well-matched nose and lips that always had a smile drawn on them. His eyes were inky black and his hair was short and well-kept. He was a handsome young elite archer that was misjudged by many. Nethillon owed him his life but saving him was also the cause of Valanduir's exile. He was wearing a White City regular armour but his coat - unlike soldiers' and Citadel Guards' was green. He was also wearing black gloves and gauntlets. All of that was completed by a black gondorian cloak. When they went separate ways in the city, Valanduir went to visit his family that he really missed all the time. The meeting was a very happy one. All family members cried as they got reunited. Valanduir was wondering if he will be able to stay in the city as he never wanted to leave his kingdom and his family again. He was really a loyal man. Both to the Kingdom, Family and friends. It was so obvious that he will help his best friend, Nethillon when he got the message of help from him. Thanduils were like his second parents all the time and always took care of him like of any other of their children. "You need help, brother?" - He said to himself as he was reading the letter - "Then you will get it. I may be an Alagaer by blood but deep in my heart I am a Thanduil." - He finished speaking and then, after talking to his family he has left. But not to his friend's house. He went straight to the meeting point outside of the City.