Oropher was let entrance to the Throne Room without a wait. He knew he was late but neither he felt sorry about it. As the guard had said before, Mablung was present in the Room as were the two other generals, and of course Elwë was there as well, with Queen Melian at his side.

For the best to all of them Oropher hoped it to be truly of importance. Mablung seemed to be truly deep in thought, even worried, and Egnaspen with Haerdin spoke with the royals quietly.

'Oropher, nephew.' Elwë greeted him when he was close enough and Oropher bowed graciously before his King and Queen.

'You must forgive us, I know the time is not convenient for you.' Melian said approaching him and Oropher looked at beautiful Maia before him 'How does Faineth fair? Is everything alright?'

Melian was shorter than Elwë and even shorter than him, but she was able to tower over anyone. Although her kind and mellow voice brought solace and seemed like a healing, Melian herself could not be taken lightly – she had power of the forest that none of them was able to obtain and it would not be wise to provoke her anger.

'They are all well, my Queen.' Oropher said 'Galathil and Faineth have a lovely daughter. They named her Nimloth.'

Melian's eyes lit up at this and Oropher again mused on this wonder for not even the stars shed such light on the land. Nothing Oropher had ever seen casted such radiance – not a dew on a blossoms in the forest of Neldoreth, not a starlight on the waters in the forest of Brethil nor the waterfalls chained in ice in the forest of Region. This land over the Great Sea he heard so much about, was this land truly blessed to grace abyone with such light?

'This is a day to remember! A Princess was born to the House of Elmo.' Melian said truly gladdened 'Contratulations, my general. You are now an uncle to Nimloth.'

Oropher smiled and accepted Melian's congratulationsm though probably everyone present in the Room knew he would prefer to be now with his family and newly born niece.

'Indeed, a day to remember!' Elwë echoed his wife's words and there was also unhidden delight in his eyes while Oropher received a simple, but sincere, warrior's gratulation from his fellow commanders. 'After so many sons, a House of Elmo was finally blessed with a daughter.'

Elwë's eyes clouded, and only for a bit of second there was striking regret in his eyes, but before anyone noticed it he forced back on himself his calm presence.

'There are ill tidings from Ossiriand.' he said when the atmosphere calmed a bit and focused all the attention on himself. 'Falcon arrived from their Elders warning us of the stirring darkness and apparently, they have some disputes with the dwarves.'

'Forgive me, my King.' Haerdin took his voice 'But was is it to us? We are well protected with the Girdle and we should mind our own field.'

'You are right, general.' Elwë nodded to him 'I have no wish to send armed soldiers to Ossiriand, however, there is a deep friendship between our people. And my alliance first with Lenë and then with Denethor will be kept even if our people chose to be spilt up.'

'What does the Council say?' Egnaspen said and Elwe half-smiled at this.

'As much as I respect my councillors, right now I wish to have clear and fast decisions, which I would not achieve with the Council knowing the difference of their opinions.' Elwë said 'I don't wish this matters to be renown and discussed on sides. I need rapid and resolute actions of the army and I want to know from you how can our soldiers be disposed.'

'Were there any messages from the marchwardens? Have they spotted anything?' Oropher asked and Elwë met his eyes, clearly knowing he will obtain this imformation in other way if he will have to.

'They confirm what Ossiriand told us of the enemy's movement.' the King said 'The warg riders are spotted almost at every Change of Stars, but they keep their distance. I know not what stirred them so lately, but we won't wait passively.'

'I advice caution.' Melian said then 'I saw something unclear in the mirror, something that brought shadow on Doriath and I fear the consequences.'

'My Lady, can it be that the Enemy prepares for war?' Oropher asked 'If it's true than we must resettle the elves from the forests to Menegroth. And it must be done before winter.'

'You are correct, general.' Melian said 'But I am nor sure what I saw. Nothing can be certain.'

'I spoke with Lord Erthor and we specified the matters army need to take care of.' Elwe said 'The first matter is usual, to ivestigate the needs of the settlements around Doriath for winter and then transport the goods for their use. Giving the situation, you will try to persuade them to move to Menegroth or at least closer to the city.'

'We will hande this as usual.' Mablung took his voice 'There are no worries for this matter, my Lord. If some of them will resettle closer to Menegroth we will provide them with care and help built new homes.'

Oropher wondered what the Council will say about such disposal of goods for he knew for a fact that some of the councillors would have been openly against assisting and patronizing such hermits, who lived all their lives in the forest. Fortunately, those councillors were considerable minority which pleased Oropher greatly and not only him.

'Very well.' Elwë said 'The second matter concerns patrols. I fear they need to be increased. Are the new cavalry divisions formed?'

'Not yet, my King.' Mablung shook his head 'The cadets are finishing their basic training and the Herders have not yet returned from the pastures with young horses. But the weapons and armors are already comissioned and some of them are finished.'

'I agree with increasing the number of patrols.' Haerdin said 'Officer Aenor reported to me of the problems at the far border in forest of Region. Apparently, evil forces sniff up the terrain and warg riders were spotted beyond the Girdle.'

'I can confirm this. Officer Aenor met me just as he was back from the forests and reported his concerns.' Oropher said 'I sent my divisions to keep an eye on the southern land.'

'This has not comforted me and only strenghtened my thought concerning patrols.' Elwë muttered and then looked at his commanders 'Can it be arranged?'

'We can locate the soldiers practised with marchwarden trainig as our main patrol parties, backed by other divisions.' Egnaspen said 'Each of us have one regiment of those warriors.'

'Usually, it was them who checked the settlements.' Haerdin said 'We can't send them in two places.'

'It defiantely can be arranged.' Mablung interrupted the discussion that was starting to form up 'But we need to make further preparations and reschedule the patrols. I will inform you of this as soon as it will be arranged, my Lord.'

'Very well. Now, we come back to Ossiriand. I worry about their problems with the dwarves. We have met them before and we now they can be hard personalities to endure. We will show our support to our friends in the Eastern lands. The dwarves think our alliance dimmed out but they are mistaken and I will send my army to prove it if they will force me.' Elwë said with sudden stony voice that softened with his next words 'And I fear for their safety in the wilderness and if they need any aid to be safe. But I need a messanger to forward my words.'

His eyes met the green of Oropher who understood the King's thoughts.

'I chose Lord Celeborn to carry my words and you, general, will accompany him in this journey.' Elwë said 'You are both Princes of this Realm and by sending you both, our aid to Ossiriand will be strong and not to be doubted.'

Celeborn was natural and perfect choice for such responsibility and Oropher was glad it was not him who was chosen as a bearer of the King's words. On the other hand, he knew he would never have been considered to perform this duty unless completly neccesary.

'He will speak with the Elders of Ossiriand and with the dwarves as well, if needed.' Elwë said 'But my main goal is to know whether there is a need to send our soldiers to aid the Green Elves or if they wish to live in Doriath in the safe embrace of the Girdle.'

'If I may, my Lord.' Oropher said 'The Green Elves have taken no King since Denethor perished. I strongly doubt they would be eager to place themselves under your rule. Those who wished to do so, already live inside Doriath's territory.'

'You are right.' Elwë nodded his head in thought 'But I am yet to find solution to this. I don't wish to have them under my supervision and I will respect the leaders they have now.'

They fell in silence chewing their own thoughts. The leave to Ossiriand was not very much desirable at this time as Oropher wanted to be present during the formation of his new cavalry division. Also he will have to decide which one of his soldiers will leave to the East - at once he though of Orthon, but the need to have another warrior or two was undeniable.

Elwë watched them silently and then turned to look at his wife. Melian stared at him for a while now with shining eyes. It was clear she was worried as well - since she told him of her unclear vision, the Maia was in constant feel of unrest, clearly feeling that something was amiss and there would be change in the world that none was able to predict. Elwë shuddered at a lone thought to lead his people to war once more. There was no denying they were ready to face the Enemy in open combat, but a war always ended in sadness and in the end there was no victor.

'That is all, commanders. I would appraciate any of your further reflects and I await your report, Mablung.' Elwë said 'I will also give specific obligations concerning your leave, general.'

They took it as their leave and they bowed before the royals as they left the Throne Room in silence.

'Meet me in my office at at Stag's shining. We must make even basic plans to reschedule the patrols before your leave, Oropher. Which I think will be sooner than we would expect.' Mablung said 'Now, let's focus on our current duties.'

Haerdin took his leave and went to the forges, Egnaspen went to the Stable Master to learn when the Herders will be back with young horses, Mablung made his way to the granary to discuss the amount of grains the army will be given for their horses and Oropher left to speak with Taranir.

He didn't have to walk far to get Taranir. His second in command was overseeing the manouvers of their heavy cavalry and Oropher joined him watching silently.

'At least few of them needs new horses.' Taranir said 'Can we count on the forges to improve their armor?'

'You know the forges are late with the delivery of our bows. I doubt they will take any more requests until they will finish the ones they have now.' he looked at Taranir 'Have you thought of the new regiment?'

'I wanted to ask you the same.'

'Mablung said it's the matter of time before the cadets will finish their training and we will meet immediately those assigned to our banner.' Oropher said as his eyes followed soldiers neatly manouvering their horses. 'As usual, we will have fifteen divisions in this regiment and we will choose division commanders out of the new soldiers.'

'Wouldn't it be wiser to take fifteen more experienced soldiers from old regiment and assign them to command the divisions of the new one? After all, we short in time.'

'True, but it's never wise to split a strongly molded team.' Oropher said 'I will place the new regiment under Orthon's lead. He and Faron will have two under their care. With Orthon they will be fast to catch up with the old one.'

'I hope so.' Taranir said 'Mablung is determined to have them in the field as soon as possible.'

'We have now another matter at hand.' Oropher said 'The decision was made to increase patrols in the forests. We have a meeting set up with Mablung.'

Taranir was silent for a moment chewing his own thought and Oropher knew he suspected the same thing as he and the generals before.

'Are we preparing for something?' he asked cautiously with lower tone.

'Nothing certain.' Oropher said with same quiet tone 'Not long ago we spoke with the King. Even the Council didn't know of this.'

'Sound gravely.' Taranir replied 'What are the orders?'

'As for now we will send divisions to settlements and increase patrols. We will try to ressetle some of those elves closer to Menegroth.' Oropher knew he shouldn't discuss this meeting with Taranir, at least not now, but having such a threat above them he could not stand back. And having in mind his leave, he wanted to make Taranir ready. 'Also there was a falcon from Ossiriand. Apparently, they have problems with the dwarves and the Kings wants to know if they need any aid. The messangers are sent from Menegroth.'

Taranir looked at his commander from the tip of his eye.

'You are going, aren't you?'

'Indeed, I am. More as a companion and guard for it's Celeborn who was chosen to be King's herald, but we are both going as the Princes nontheless.'

'Do you think he is hiding something?' Taranir asked.

'I doubt it. But I have a task for you.' Oropher said 'After my leave you will send a message to the Western Tower adressed to my cousin Amdír. Take my own sprarrowhawk so no one will have any suspicions.'

'What should I ask him?'

Taranir never backed away from anything Oropher ever requested from him. And now they both knew they would have serious problems had anyone have learned of their doings. It was not wise to not trust your King.

'Ask about the lands beyond the Girdle, if the enemy moves from the north and in which direction. Are they coming back to Ered Gorgoroth or they camp somewhere in the western lands. If those are warg riders or able bodied troops prepared for war. I need to know everything and Amdír won't hesitate to tell me.' Oropher looked at Taranir.

Oropher wondered if Amdír will even care to answer. He was known to miss not only messanges from his famly, but his orders as well and it was said not once that Amdír was not a soldier to be , Oropher always had a good relationship with his cousin - they always had irrepressible energy and eagerness that pushed them on and on. Cunning two foxes, that had to be present everywhere - that's what they were in their youth.

Then Oropher realized Amrun, Tinnu and Halloth were probably waiting for him at the archery ranges. He hoped they were well prepared for their training.

'Meet me in my office when the Orchid constellation will be seen. No one will interrupt our talkings.'

'As you wish.'

He patted Taranir's shoulder and he was on his leave. He wondered if Celeborn was already informed about their journey to Ossiriand. It was a shame they needed to leave so fast especially after the birth of Galathil's child. Certainly, a great feast will take place to honour the next member of House Elmo and for sure all their family will meet to share food and drink together. And sadly they will celebrate without them for Celeborn and Oropher will be away at least till next early Lasbelin. It was not that Oropher enjoyed the meetings of their family that much, but he wished to spend those joyous moments with his dear cousin and share his hapiness, which sadly his duties had taken away.

Indeed, his three soldiers were already waiting on wide ranges standing in the circle and talking, clearly in good moods. Oropher admitted they recovered pretty well from their deadly taining Changes ago, but its results could still be seen in few stiff moves and too stringed muscles.

'I hope you properly warmed up your horses!' Oropher said instead of his greetings and they turned in his direction.

Halloth immediately lit up with confident smile and pushed his horse to gallop towards his commander.

'We did, Boss! And we are ready!' he said and he lead his horse to gallop around Oropher. Halloth's grey horse was as eager as his rider, carrying his head high and his ears stood up all the time.

'You will push me and you won't ride ever again.' Oropher growled at Halloth who halted his horse to walk slowly next to him.

'Is it true that your cousin has a daughter?' he asked again and Oropher prevented himself from sighting. As much as he was happy for Galathil and pleased to be an uncle, truly all those people around should give their gratulations to Galathil, not to him.

'Yes, he has. And I am an uncle to lovely Nimloth.' he said 'And since you are so eager for action, as always, then you will go as first. On the track!'

Halloth lit up with confident smile, which his horse immediately cought up. Oropher watched the pair closely. Halloth and his Heleg were just the same – both were young, not experienced but confident in their skills, each of them had their own idea to solve a problem and both of them thought they had a lead. Oropher sighted knowing it will probably end with Halloth's visit in the infirmary.

Halloth entered the track and his excited horse lashed out in fast gallop tipping over on the very beginning, causing Halloth to send a ragged shot. His next ones were better, but none of them met the middle of the dial. Heleg moved in unstable pace, changing speed and leg at his wish and Halloth couldn't control it. Moreover, Oropher noticed the loss of muscles at horse's rear and neckwhich will be nedded to work out.

Even on the end of the track, Halloth had problems to stop his horse to listen to his commander's remarks and Heleg almost reared from his irrepessible energy. Almost all Halloth's problems in horseback archery came from his lack of agreement with his horse. The young elf had right position and held his bow steadily, aiming precisely and boldly, holding his balance as he should. His main problem was the horse.

'Do I really have to tell you how terrible your ride has been?' Oropher said 'First of all, why you don't control your horse? Knowing his temperament you should be more mindful to keep him calm!'

'I try, but he is-!' Halloth said and he was forced to speen his horse around to prevent him from rearing.

'You want to tell me you can't control him? Am I to send you back to riding school?'

'No!' Halloth shout him down immediately 'Let me improve this!'

Oropher crossed his arms on chest, but nontheless he was content with Halloth's determination. This soldier would train something until he would make this right - and in this Oropher saw himself.

'Then go back on the track!'

Halloth directed his horse back and Oropher watched them. He knew Heleg will soon calm enough to listen to his rider, but things cannot go this way – Halloth must learn to keep his horse in grip from the very beginning and he can't let it excite this much. The horse must be as focused as the rider – it was of no importance if this was a training, routine patrol or a move out to track the enemy.

On the tip of his eye, Oropher glanced at Tinnu who watched Halloth's ride with Amrun on his side. Both sat surely on their horses and Tinnu's Eilian stepped from one leg to another chewing her teeth. Her name Eilian was entirely missed – she was a mix of Heleg and Bargamo in temperament and the name Rainbow didn't suit her at all. Moreover, she was unstable and jerky.

Oropher worried. He knew Tinnu was very good rider and he handled Eilian nicely during normal training, but right now he feared Tinnu will focus too much on his archery and he will forget to check on his horse. And Oropher was sure Eilian won't make his work any easier.

Heleg again tipped over from his speed and he galloped with head way too low, dangerously preparing for powerful buck and Oropher wondered if he should let it happen.

'Do you want to fly off saddle?!' he shouted to Halloth 'Why you don't pay attention to what your horse is doing?!'

Oropher sighted under his nose to keep his calm. Both horses of Halloth and Tinnu were to work out – they just needed time and patient but steady hand. He knew Saida and Faron helped Halloth and Tinnu with their horses and he didn't have to worry about the results of this. However, what worried him was that someone allowed those horses to be disposed for the army, which should not have happened in the first place.

Oropher chose his own mean Bargamo specially and it was his decision with all the consequences, but Oropher was experienced rider and warrior, while Tinnu and Halloth were not and their nervy horses made their training even harder.

However, Tinnu and Halloth could not afford to change Eilian and Heleg – the elven warrior needs to manage different horses, even the ones he never rode on before as it sometimes happened. All the more that Oropher believed they would succeed in leading their horses.

'Cool him a bit, but don't relax too much.' he said to Halloth who stopped again before him. He was still not satisfied with his results which Oropher clearly saw on his face. 'Amrun, you are next!'

Obediently, the horse and the rider made their way to the track. At least Oropher didn't have to worry about this pair. Amrun's black Ross was like his own Kairon – very composed despite his young age, focused on his surroundings and rider's demands. Before Oropher looked at their ride, he glanced at Tinnu's horse – she seemed to be in foul mood and Oropher didn't like this.

Ross started with fast, but steady pace and Amrun stringed his first arrow.

'Don't lean so much!' he shouted, clearly seeing how this simple thing unbalanced Amrun's whole position.

'Hello, cousin!'

A merry voice greeted him and Oropher turned briefly. Galathil brought himself a trunk and sat near him. Oropher didn't manage to greet him back when Amrun stopped before him waiting for his words.

'Good, Amrun, but you must keep yourself more straightly. Ross is cautious, but if he will tip over you are down.' he said 'And he is a bit stiff. You have not warmed him enough.'

Oropher looked at Halloth who trotted his horse nearby waiting for his turn and then he turned back to Amrun.

'Try once more.'

Amrun nodded and lead his horse back to the track and finally Oropher looked at Galathil.

'I am surprised seeing you here.'

'Faineth is well rested by now and I decided to leave her for a bit on her own. It will serve her well.' Galathil said and smiled a bit, while Oropher noticed this happy-tiredness on his face. He knew that while Faineth rested peacefully it was Galathil who took care of their daughter. 'I hoped to drink some wine with you, since you had to leave so early before, but I see you are busy.'

Amrun managed to shot his arrow close to the middle of the dial and Oropher nodded with content. He suspected that in near future he will train with Amrun horseback archery but with obstacles.

'Join Halloth!' he said and then he looked back at his cousin 'In a second, Galathil.'

He stopped Tinnu the moment before he pushed his horse to gallop towards the track. Eilian trotted with unrest, grunting and kicking her tail to sides, from time to time lashing out in powerful step, but she still obediently walked slowly next to Oropher. Tinnu was not afraid of his mare and knew her well, which calmed Oropher a bit.

'I want you to focus mostly on your horse and your stance, even if it would mean you won't shoot. Release the arrow only when you will be ready and confident enough.' Oropher said knowing he needed to show more understanding with Tinnu and he could not treat him like Amrun or Halloth. He glanced at the horse once more 'She seems to be foul mood. Don't let her gain speed too much.'

With those words Oropher let Tinnu gallop away and he watched them go with a bit of concern.

He came back to Galathil who stood up from his trunk and watched Oropher's soldiers.

'I admire their will to teach themselves this art. All the more with you as the teacher.' Galathil laughed softly.

'I am still more understanding than uncle Galadhon.' Oropher said keeping his eyes on Tinnu. 'And as I remember you are doing pretty well in archery.'

'I do, indeed.' Galathil confirmed 'But seeing their horses I would not be as confident in my skills.'

Eilian ripped forward in powerful leap almost sending Tinnu on her neck, but she kept her steady fast pace not tipping over like Halloth's horse. As Oropher suspected Tinnu missed his first shot and his second one didn't even hit the dial.

'Do you remember our teen years when we decided to teach ourselves horseback archery? You and Amdír were too young for a basic training in the army and we accompanied you with Celeborn.' Galathil said 'Father forbade us, but we did it anyway.'

'I remember well.' Oropher said bitterly 'I broke my bones when Istil threw me over and Amdír fell with his horse.'

'Ah, yes, your legendary Istil.' Galathil shook his head and then he became grave as if he remembered Galadhon's anger.

'Istil was still better than Amdír's Naur. His horse was just dangerous.' Oropher said and came closer to Tinnu, who stopped before him. 'It was not so bad, but you shake your bow too much. Try to keep it more in front of you.'

He asked Tinnu to try a different hold of his bow and discussed with him stance and position of elbows.

'Try again and go much slower this time.'

Tinnu turned his mare who folded her ears back and bucked a bit kicking her tail from one side to another.

'It's amazing how far you have come in being a warrior. I still remember our clashes with toy swords, our first lessons in horse riding.' Galathil said and he smiled a bit 'And now you are teaching your own soldiers.'

'Come now, Galathil. You say it as if you were our grandfather.' Oropher smiled a bit 'Besides, I strongly believe you having your own family is better achievement than my sword mastery.'

'I don't deny that it is, but to this day when someone mentions the Wolverine banner I realize those are your soldiers. You are a General of Doriath and it still amazes me everytime I realize it.' Galathil said 'I saw you at the head of your Banner on the Golden Plaza. I doubt you know how proud I was seeing you and Arvellon.'

At the mention of Arvellon, Oropher wondered if his cousin was very much bored at the Hall's Gate. He hoped his little cousin will experience the most dull time of his life.

Then his eyes narrowed at Tinnu, who prepared for his second round. Eilian's ears were folded back and eyes flashed insidiously. All of her reminded Oropher of dangerous Naur.

From the very beginning Tinnu imposed a slow pace upon his horse, which the animal didn't like at all and didn't acknowledged it either. Not listening to her rider she got out of Tinnu's control, running like a mealstrom, her eyes were shining wild and boldly and there was not stopping her now. In this situation Oropher could only hope Tinnu will keep himself on the back of his horse.

But Eilian quickly decided to get rid of her rider – with impetuous anger she dented into wooden stake sending Tinnu completly off balance and then she finished off by bucking wildly and Tinnu suffered a fall from devastating speed.

Galathil stared at the scene with eyes wide and Amrun with Halloth stopped their suddenly nervous horses. Oropher hissed under his nose and moved to enter the track immediately, tearing out from Galathil's grip on his shoulder, trying to stop him.

'Daro!' he bellowed at the wild beast galloping furiously at him. His voice echoed in the caves, almost shaking the ground with sharpness. He reached his hand forth as if he tried to push the horse away and the animal faltered perking ears at him, utnil finally the mare stopped sharply before him and reared to the side dodging him and moving now in different direction much more calmly.

Oropher cared not for the horse. He run his last steps to Tinnu, who still dizzy tried to sit and Oropher knelt in front of him to see his face.

'Easy, kid. You fell down hard.' he said easily seeing the blood on Tinnu's light hair and scratches on his face. The hit in the wooden stake must have been much more forceful.

'I'm sorry. I couldn't-' Tinnu tried to say but then he cought his head clearly in pain.

'Just sit here for a bit. You must have bruised your bones.'

A hoofbeats were heard and Oropher looked up at Amrun and Halloth who stopped some distance away from them.

'How is he?' Amrun asked clearly worried, but Oropher rised his hand to prevent any more questions and beyond all, he didn't need anyone more beside Tinnu now.

'He will live. You two take care of the horses.'

'The horse is cought and Lord Galathil called for a healer.' Halloth said glancing at Tinnu. It seemed both him and Amrun realized things they didn't acknowledge before.

'Be on your way then.' Oropher said and when they reluctantly lead their horses away, he looked back at Tinnu.

Oropher remembered his own falls, some of which ended even worse than Tinnu's. However, there was no denying that most of his accidents happened during his teen years, when he trained horse riding and archery without supervision. At that time he owned a dark brown Istil, who matched him in his eagerness and sent him to the ground countless times.

'My shoulder hurts.' Tinnu said and hissed when he tried to sit more comfortably.

'It's most likely broken' Oropher said, changing his place to inspect closer Tinnu's arm. He suspected that it was broken, but the situation became more serious when he saw a bone sticking out of the forearm. 'Does your legs pain you?'

'No, not so much.' Tinnu said, but when Oropher examined his left leg he grimaced when Oropher touched his knee. It must be well bruised.

'That's how it is to leave you to your training.'

It was Taranir who walked towards them and murmured his remarks under his nose and Oropher smiled, but chose to ingore his friend. Taranir sometimes behave like old grumpy buck.

'Are you well enough to get up?' Oropher asked and Tinnu nodded slowly scrambling off the ground helping himself with his left unharmed hand.

He was helping only slightly for if Tinnu would not be able to get up on his own then he should stay where he was. But the young soldier made his first step only limping a bit and Oropher helped him leave the tracks where beyond the archery field the healers were already waiting and they took Tinnu under their care, leading him to the small infirmary placed near the officer's wooden building.

Galathil was waiting at his old spot and without a word Oropher grabbed the bottle of wine near the trunk and opened it taking a huge haust of the liquour.