[Elfwine]

A wry smile that barely rose one corner of his mouth hid his emotions, unclear, behind a mask; well worn, and well used. His eyes, both the clear and the clouded focused upon Tanroth, and only Tanroth; perhaps, every now and then, straying to eye the others chosen. Since he'd left his quaint house in the beautiful city that was his home, he hadn't, and planned not to look back. But this plan was bound to fail.

Nodding approval of Tanroth's short and emotional speech, Solondil's high and narrow shoulders dropped, and he let out an inaudible sigh. Pursing his lips, he glanced back towards the thin and winding path, and in the light-laced arch the trees made in the distance, he saw people and places; memories past. Tilting his head to rest his wary gaze on the horizon, he furrowed his brow and frowned, for one minute, allowing his true emotions to seep through his once undefeated mask.