[Manardariel]

Rivendell, finally. Andunériel got off Elenya and deeply inhaled the smell of Imlandris- of home. She closely whatched the others get off and look around. The hobbits looked stunned and delighted by so much beauty, though especially Anson´s face was also relieved. The rangers, familiar with Elrond´s house, were glancing around aprehensively. But it was the look on Luin´s look that stunned Andunériel. It was a look she couldn´t quite read, like the maiden was hiding a hurt she didn´t want to remember.

At that moment, she heard footsteps and mingeled voices behind her. She turned around and immedeatly bowed her head. Lord Elrond stood there, looking grave and honest, sharply studying everyone of them. Then he spoke, his low voice ringing in the air.

"People of Eriador; Men, Hobbits, Elves. You are the company set out to find what may be our last hope against this disease."
It was not a question.
"Come in, rest for one night. Great peril awaits you, and a long way. But on your way into Fangorn, Rivendell´s power shall help you. Follow me, my friends. Follow."