The Psychotic Elf

[The Fifth]

Calad had followed Thengise for a while as she grabbed her things, and, having no possessions of his own, waited quietly for her to finish. He followed the elf and hobbit through the hallway, where they soon emerged forth from the dark hall and joined the faeries, still injured but well enough to go on the journey to Rivendell. Calad had his own thoughts. He wondered how long it would take, and how long he would be able to surivive with these other people around.

And so Calad asked Thengise. "Where exactly is Rivendell?"
Thengise smiled softly at him as he asked. "It is just beyond the Misty Mountains; don't worry, it is not that far."
Calad had once crossed a row of very large mountains once, and had seen a small but ornate tower, filled with the light of the sunrise, protruding just behind a mountain peak. However, he did not care much about it, and continued on. Perhaps, he suspected, that was part of Rivendell.