Lyiana hadn't had time to let her gaze wander in awe and respect at her beautiful surroundings of the beauty that surrounded Rivendell. It was ironic that she was here and not able to do just that, for it was something that she had always dreamed of doing; but alas, life doesn't always turn out the way you planned. Her eyes lifted with hope upon seeing the elf-lord and his two men approach on horseback. Perhaps this dwarf would turn out alright.<br/>Once the elf-lords' men took the haggard looking dwarf, Lyiana dipped her head respectfully and graciously responded as she took the reigns in her hand.<br/>"I thank you, my Lord, for your kindness and generosity; it is most welcomed after a long few days of hard traveling."<br/>She smiled and mounted the horse bestowed upon her by the elf-lord before following after him and the wounded his men carried.<br/>It was then, finally, that Lyiana was able to gaze upon the beauty of Rivendell, a beauty that only few are able to witness. She found herself tearing up, for the memories of her father and mother sharing stories of this place pushed itself to the forefront of her mind; with a breath, though she was able to calm herself, and indeed, forced herself to think upon other things.<br/>"My good Lord, I came upon this dwarf and his...dead human companions just after having crossed The Last Bridge. His cart was overturned and he was left for dead, I believe, by what I assumed to be bandits. But as I inspected his wound, I found it to be made with a weapon forged in darkness."