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The top floor of the Last Homely House has a clear view of the star-filled sky and Thendryt often found himself gazing up towards it. The moon was especially bright tonight it seemed and he lost track of time as he pondered over his meeting with Bryn the other night. Odak camped in the Misty Mountains? Why? What was he up to...
Faorie speaks to Thendryt regarding her recent threatening dream, another from the string of dreams she has been having since her time in Mirkwood, and warns him to be cautious on his travels.
The rain was pouring down in Imladris. Thendryt was alone in the stables, tending his horse. Bovad didn't appear to mind the rain, something he had often done in the past. Perhaps he felt safe in the Vale. It was a cold night and Thendryt was eager to finish and find a fireplace. He missed the warmth of the Hall of Fire, where he had spent a few hours before going down to see Bovad.
Thendryt, a kinsman that disappeared long before Faorie joined the Warband, has returned - and in search of a man considered to be a threat to the hidden vale.
Thendryt watched Faorie take off. He didn't follow. He knew that He had probably seen them ride off and even if He hadn't heard anything He was no fool. He would be long gone.
The sun set. Thendryt was almost finished saddling Bovad when Faorie rode in.
"Thendryt, you wanted to speak to me about something?" Faorie said with a calm expression on her face.
"Not here, follow me." He responded, mounting Bovad.
"Wait, why not just talk here?" She exclaimed, but he had already rode off. With a sigh, she followed.
Thendryt gazed upon the house. It hadn't changed much in three years. He tried his old key. It was the same lock, they hadn't changed it. Reckless, he thought.