trollshaws

Faorie returned to Imladris after a long, unsuccessful night tracing Thendryt. There were no tracks to follow, no signs to search for, no witnesses to question - a way to locate Thendryt by this point was nonexistent.

Unkempt and slightly dirty, Faorie washed herself and replaced her armour with temporary casual attire. Dark clouds still rolled over Rivendell from the earlier rain accompanied by chill winds unusual for the season. Dried leaves rolled across the roads, making crinkly sounds with every turn the winds would take them.

Faorie stands near the Gates of Imladris, waiting for Thendryt.

The sun has almost set behind the Weather Hills, to the west of the Trollshaws, and the third day of the mission was coming to an end. Angelnarth gratefully received a small lit candle from one of the elves around him, which he brought closer to his map, inspecting it thorough.