[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë whistled loudly, and Thalion came trotting over. His hooves were covered in orc blood. He had done his own bit of fighting.
"Come, Einen! We ride to Rivendell!" Arlómë said.
He hopped on with Einen climbing on behind him.
"Where is Rivendell?" Einen asked as Thalion galloped onward.
"Rivendell is right on the western slopes of the Misty Mountains. It's one of the last havens of the elves for they are now leaving Middle-Earth." Arlómë said sadly.
"Where are they going?"
"They are going to the Greyhavens, and then across the sea to the Undying Lands. But some elves still remain in Middle-Earth, but not for long. Consider yourself lucky to be one of the few mortals to ever see the elves again."

They rode on in silence. In the mud they could see the tracks of the others that rode before them. Hopefully the wounded would make it to Imladris before it was too late. Arlómë was glad to be going back to Rivendell. It had been many years since he was there last, and he wanted to see how much it had changed. If it was true that Imladris was almost deserted, than he wasn't sure if we wanted to see it again.