Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26444332-20160502191723

(Not quite yet... You still have a few things to do.)

Shoeless feet tread upon the soft green grass of Caras Galadhon, soundless and comfortable in the night of Lórien.

Softly Galadriel walks to the pavilion of the Fellowship, and gently touches Deximus on the shoulder, waking him and motioning for him to stay silent. She then walks away, beckoning for him to follow.

He watches as she joins an Elf, who uncovers a Galadhrim lamp for slender silver beams to shine from it, illuminating him. From that, it is revealed to be Faenor, in soft grey robes. He, also barefoot, follows Galadriel, lighting her path.