[Nerindel]

Taurëwen sat quietly in a seat at the front of the great hall, it was now all but empty. She watched her companions while they said their good byes to loved ones and friends. Her own father had taken her distraught mother from the atrium shortly after she had volunteered to join Ceros and the others. Taurëwen knew she would see her parents before she left, for she would have to pack and gather herb's from the halls of healing.

She watched as a tall dark haired elf, who addressed himself as Reynion excused himself, saying that he would return shortly. Ceros had nodded his Assent saying "we must discuss, what plans need to be made." Reynion nodded and left hastily.

Taurëwen recognised this elf from her wanderings in the greenwood, she had come apon him a few times, often near the borders of their realm. But anytime she got close the male elf seemed to disappeared. She often suspected that the elf had a flet somewhere among the great trees, although she never looked for it, instead respecting the elf's obvious need for solitude.

As her sharp green eyes scanned her companions she realised just how young some of them really were. Ceros, herself and Reynion seemed to be the oldest among them, not that it mattered much to her for she was sure they were all skilled, each in their own way. Her mother always reminded her to never judge a person by their age or appearance, "it's what's inside that counts" she would tell her and Taurëwen had always found that to be good advice.

Taurëwen's eye's then caught Ainemetion's, she smiled gently as she realised that the young elf was also regarding the company. This elf she knew also, his mother, Evien worked in the halls of healing as many of the elves with healing skills did. Evien always spoke affectionately of her son, but Taurëwen always sensed that Evien was a little disappointed that her son had neither her or her husbands skills. Ainemetion was another who liked the peace and seclusion of the Greenwood, she would often see the young elf sat in rapt contemplation. She shifted her gaze so as not to make him feel uncomfortable

Her gaze fell on another young elf, this one she did not know, she watched as the young she-elf's long brown hair danced around her shoulders as she laughed with an older male elf that she did recognise, Nárello had visited her mothers halls quite a few times, admittingly he was usually bring others who were not so lucky or skilled as he. The young elven woman turned her head slightly and Taurëwen could see the resemblance these two were obviously siblings. Taurëwen turned away from them, she suddenly had the feeling that she was intruding by watching them enjoy each others company, much like she and her brother used to do.

As she turned she saw Arië and Gilbereth making their way towards Ceros and Ihwestaieleva, As she looked on Ceros, the memories of the day he came to their home, to deliver the sad news of her brothers disappearance, came flooding back to her. She remembered her mothers distress and her father concern, but most of all she remembered her harsh questioning of the older elf , who was her bothers superior. At the time she refused to believe that her brother would have simply gone missing, without trace. She even accused Ceros of not looking hard enough for the missing guards.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, but just then she felt a gently hand on her arm, "Are you, ok" asked another male elf that she did not recognise. "erm...eh...yes, I'm fine thanks" she replied. "My name is Airelóme" he smiled warmly "I think Ceros, wishes us to join him." As she slowly looked up she saw that Ceros was indeed beckoning them over. Blushing again she followed Airelóme over to were the others waited, and stood patiently to listen to what Ceros had to say.