Thanduil

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.

It is a late afternoon when Naerhad wakes up again. After his voluntary work he came home only to fall asleep almost instantly. The sun is already starting to set as the twilight shimmers through the windows of his home. He can't be sleeping all day. He may be old, but not that old. Naerhad tries to get up, but his body seems asleep still. Everything hurts but eventually he manages to get dressed. He proceeds downstairs and as he approaches the kitchen he hears a faint humming of a melancholy tune. He follows the music until he finds his wife, calmly preparing their lunch.