@first-son-of-finwe / cont. X
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.
"You have my gratitude. I came here for you, my lord. Almost dying on the way had not been part of the plan. At the very least you now know that you have the enemy hiding in your gardens." She then reached into the inner pocket of her cloak and drew out a small satchel. "I have crafted pieces that I would like to show you, as I am in need of a professional eye. May I come in?"











