Varilerin skittered among the trees, two small swords clasped in her hands as her eyes searched the branches of the woods. Her friends had promised her that they would teach her combat beyond what Glorfindel had taught her, and they would do so only if she managed to find the tree where they had last met. It was a difficult task, considering all the trees looking the same, but Varilerin was willing to spend a whole day to find it. Glorfindel had taught her well, no doubt, but he feared teaching her the way of the sword because of her age. She did not despise him for that, but she wanted more. And it was not a mere coincidence for her to find two random Rivendell rangers offering her the opportunity to advance.
She skidded to a halt when she found this particular tree—although appearing o
