Amarthel’s steps were cautious and quiet. In her hand, she kept hold on an old worn book and at her waist her sword rested. She was not used to being outside of the protected and peaceful walls of Imladris, her home. But, her heart and mind yearned to see the world beyond her home. That was why she had left, though she did not exactly have permission to do so.
Upon hearing a rustle of leaves, she stiffened. She paused as she looked for the source of the noise. It was not long before she saw a person emerge from the foliage. She gazed out at the person with weary eyes.
"Hello." Her voice was not unkind, but her stance remained guarded as she gazed at the stranger.