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The wardens blindfold him and lead him on a slightly crazy trail, the diplomat quickly losing his senses of direction. Under the trees there is no sun to guide him either, as the forest of Nimbrethil is one of perpetual twilight. He is taken to the flet-city of the Grey Elves, and sat in a small room over a hundred feet in the air.

"My lord Faenor will speak to you momentarily." the wardens inform him, and then head back out to patrol the borders.