Halpendor

Halpendor in his full Lothlorien armour

Two friends sharing a moment of reflection in the Garden

One moment of peace a day, Halpendor looks down at his wedding ring and remembers his beautful wife.

Halpendor stands on watch over Eregion, looking over the lands of a once proud Elven land....

Halpendor standing fast in the face of an Angmarim.

Halpendor did not have his daggers or his bow when he came across the armed orc. His heart filled with angery and disgust at the site of it, offending him with each breath it took. He sneaked quitely up behind it, his footfalls light, his fingers flexing, the orc's life was snuffed out in seconds. Grabbing the orcs mouth from behind, Halpendor snapped its neck with a loud snap. Its body fell limp as he lowered it down to the ground, looking for his next target as orcs never go anyway alone.

With his time off, Halpendor choises from one of the many books in the Library to read

Halpendor serving his time in Imladris as a Warden of the Valley

Halpendor looks out over the Lone-Lands, a rather unintresting to him, but the raise of the sun balances' out

Halpendor stops in his hunt and looks over the Trollshaws, a soft smile tucks the conoers of his lips as he gazes out over the sunset. His heart light with joy, he turns back to his task.