[Manelwen]

When Keldin awoke again, the room was dark and there was no one around. He pulled the blanket off of himself and stood, tossing his long raven colored hair over his shoulders. His eyes, no longer were soft grey, like the whisps of clouds that floated over the cerulean skies, but hard steel like a sword. He had to finish this, and finish it right.

Silently, he walked through the halls. It seemed that everyone was gone and probably off to the battle that would start soon. Keldin stepped quickly through his workshop, to the old battered chest that held things that he hadn't touched or seen in a few millenia. What he would give to never see them again, but his duty called. He pulled out the massive bow that was folded neatly inside, wrapped in precious black elfish silk and his quiver. His armor was at the very bottom. A lost trade and a lost metal that hadn't been seen since the first of his anscestors came to the land of Middle-earth. The black metal gleamed in the fire light, and as he set the armored plate to his chest and buckled it, he felt the anxiousness he had felt when he was just going into the war of the rings. He pulled his cloak over his armored shoulders, then fitted the wrist guards on. "Mallome, I promise, I will kill them for you. I will avenge your death."