The dark elves rode silently observing their companions. Rûdhchamion had been amused of the brothers’ curiosity of the humans, as well as of the other elves. They knew that Lanaey was more of a warrior than of a loremaster, such as Annanoldowen. Through Galain’s conversation with Lanaey, they learned more of their elven kins from Imladris, or Rivendell, which he knew but a few tales of. They had not the chance to learn more of Annanoldowen.
Soon they were entering a village. Gorath sensed a change in his cousin’s mood and turned towards him, but Rûdhchamion seemed to be searching for someone. Perhaps this Taralphiel, he thought. Soon, he too was lost in fascination of the village and its inhabitants.
They slowed when Lanaey nearly ran over a young child, who was more awed than hurt. The young girl had looked on with her eyes wide with surprise.
As they reached the town center, Laurel dismounted and greeted an old woman. She seemed troubled, though relieved somewhat at the sight of the group. Laurel than turned and addressed the company.
‘It is settled. The group heading to see Lady Taralphiel leave as soon as Lady Annanoldowen are done. Who is to accompany me?’
The brothers turned to their cousin. Rûdhchamion shook his head slightly, perceptible only to the two. It would be their choice then. Galain raised a brow and dismounted, as did Gorath.
“We would be glad to be of service to thee, Lady,” Galain said, bowing slightly.
Rûdhchamion, too had dismounted, but said to Laurel, “ I would give aid where it may be needed, but I seek for one I knew. Where is Taralphiel?”
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