Hooded in a red cloak, Erestor stood at the borders of Rivendell, waiting. With trees surrounding him, he should have been filled with a sense of tranquility but wariness had set into his system. Logically, this wasn't a wise decision to make, considering most of his kin would probably dishonor him if they were to find out that he was allowing a server of Sauron to pass into Imladris. But Erestor didn't seem to care for, as of late, Imladris had grown far too silent and lifeless; Elrond was traveling, Elladan and Elrohir had taken to shutting themselves away and, whilst Erestor preferred being isolated, he almost missed the company of others. Besides, if Lindir could put aside his work for a while to meet others, then why couldn't Erestor?
The raven-haired elf shook off these thoughts, concentrating on his current situation and keeping his dark eyes fixed to the distance. It was a peculiarly cold day and a soft breeze repositioned a strand of hair in front of his face. He pushed it back and listened, not knowing what to expect from his guest. But something inside him told him that she was drawing closer and closer. Soon she will be here.
