[Rochelle]

Lauromae dismounted from his silver companion. "Dartho Nienna" The mare stood patiently as the elf entered the inn. Quietly he looked around before he sat at one of the empty tables. He had left Mirkwood only this season and had not settled in one place for long since then.

His notable long, blonde hair hung loosely down his back. A full quiver was visible yet his bow still remained hidden. Eyes of almost lavender looked about the people then quickly through the glass to make sure Nienna was still in view. He trusted his mare, but this was a new land to him. He had not been here since the war of the ring when Theoden was king. He had been a friend to Rohan and he had been bestowed Quellë, a direct male descendent of Shadowfax. He smiled slightly, knowing the steed was with his daughter. She would be taken care of.

As of yet, he did not know where his path would lead him. His skills were sharp and he was still as active as he was when he had only seen twenty seasons. Perhaps he would join a govannas or perhaps he would move on to the lands of Gondor...