The journey north had gone faster than Elennárë had expected, with little trouble along the way, something they had not expected so much. Oh, orcs had been heard at a distance but they had not been close enough to be a danger to them, though they had remained wary anyways.

Elennárë had, over the course, tried to do as Ravenér had told her to attempt to reach her sister a different way, letting her spirit spread outwards instead of staying self-contained. At first she felt as if she was doing everything wrong, getting distracted by every little thing in the spirit world she sensed, but something changed as they came as close to Ost-In-Edhil. She had asked to rest before they started to move away from the ruined city and while doing so was able to reach out, spreading her presence out, towards the shadowed wreckage of her nephew's home. She could not feel much as the pall of what had happened there still blanketed the whole area, but in one unexpected flash she felt an insight into the place; Telperinquar was not there.

Even now she did not know how she knew that, what had guided her to sense it, but she knew he would be found there, living or dead.

Perhaps, she thought, he found his own way out, perhaps one of those dwarven smiths who sought him out found a way to free him. She had to hope however he got away, it was by friendly means, there were likely quite a few who would wish to use him for his crafting skills, or simply would curse him, perhaps even attack for the Great Rings.

But she still could do little about it right now, Ost-In-Edhil was long behind them and they were coming into the region of the Upper Bruinen, close to Rivendell. She was not quite sure which way they would go from here, she knew Thirán wanted to speak to Elrond and Aragorn, and Boromir wanted to meet the heir of Isildur. She herself thought it better if she did not enter Imladris, instead arrange to meet Aelin and Russandol somewhere away from prying eyes. Imaldris, though hidden from hostile eyes still had allies who were allowed to come trade, amongst whom included Mirkwood and Lothlórien, both of which Elennárë did not trust, should they ever know a Silmaril walked the world. Perhaps Thirán could carry Anvari's message... Elennárë looked the dwarf's way and caught a glance he sent her, with a smile.

She did wish she could visit Rivendell though, to be able to see the the place with her own eyes, to walk through the gardens and listen to the water. Maybe, she thought. Maybe.

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