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Thud, thud, thud.
One day. He had gotten back from a patrol one day ago. Thud, thud, thud.
It had been a warm day. Now it was raining again. THUD, THUD, THUD!
That's should be enough. The Elf outside must be soaked by now.
The top floor of the Last Homely House has a clear view of the star-filled sky and Thendryt often found himself gazing up towards it. The moon was especially bright tonight it seemed and he lost track of time as he pondered over his meeting with Bryn the other night. Odak camped in the Misty Mountains? Why? What was he up to...
The rain was pouring down in Imladris. Thendryt was alone in the stables, tending his horse. Bovad didn't appear to mind the rain, something he had often done in the past. Perhaps he felt safe in the Vale. It was a cold night and Thendryt was eager to finish and find a fireplace. He missed the warmth of the Hall of Fire, where he had spent a few hours before going down to see Bovad.