#firstsonoffinwe

The lands had indeed grown dangerous, and dark. Arwen was aware of the danger. However she did underestimate just how close the servants of Sauron had gotten to what she called her home and sanctuary. They circled them all like starving vultures and were blinded by hubris, attacking even Elves by now. And though Fëanor's humble abode was more secluded, it too was being watched.

"It is the mountains that kept us safe from Sauron's siege - twice I might add," Elrond chuckled.

That was the heaviest snowfall Elrond had seen in years. Already when he woke this morning and could not look out of the windows due to a wall of snow blocking it, he knew they were in trouble. Unfortunately, he and Fëanor had retreated into a secluded part of the house to work on their language crafting in peace, and now they were cut off from the rest of the household.

"It is too dangerous to dig. We might cause an avalanche." Still sleepy, Elrond took a moment to stretch his arms and then brushed a hand through his curls, still unruly and unkempt. He then walked over to a stonern door nearby and opened it, gazing at the stairs that lead down. "There is food and drink in the pantry, enough to get us by for now."

And yes, there would be a lot to do for the lord of Imladris, but nature had decided it was time he took a break. Luckily his halls of healing were staffed with very capable healers.

Elenor had been exploring Rivendell. She had been welcomed in there quite warmly, and she loved being there, learning and surrounded by much nicer people than Mirkwood. At least, so far. And the entire valley was way more spacious and less stuffy.

She had now roamed paths and gardens, and was about to turn back when she heard very familiar noises - there was a forge somewhere, which made sense all things considering. She perked up her ears and followed the noises until she found herself in front of the actual building of it.

It didn't seem big, perhaps there were only a few people, which was good. Maybe she could have a peek inside. She gently knocked, but upon receiving no response she took it upon herself to step in. "Hello? Is there anyone here? May I come in?" Her tone was polite, although a bit uncertain.

"Neither are you."

Arvo kept his face expressionless, staring off into the distance instead of looking at his brother.

"I found him in Nan Elmoth." Melian looked up from adjusting a vase of flowers. "Though, now that I consider it, I have not seen another like him in the woods since. Perhaps they do not make them anymore..."

She paused.

"Aulë's little apprentice... my, you have hardly changed at all." Gorthaur gloated. He hadn't been able to resist the chance to see their newest guest, hadn't even removed his armour before going to see him.