<div style="text-indent:1em;">Thofred noticed the trio of elves heading back to care for his men's bodies, and his worries subsided somewhat.   Now that his men were taken care of and himself in good hands, he became quite.  He could hear the words of the Elf lord said, but their meaning was lost on him as his mind drifted down into sleep.  When he became aware of his surroundings he was laid upon a bed that defied description, and above him stood a half-elf with a silver laurel.  The pain in his side was gone and his mind was now clear, though his body still felt drained.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">As the half-elf, who must be the lord of Rivendell Elrond, walked away Thofred raised himself from his bed.  "There was a bag of my personal items in the cart.  Could I have those returned to me?"  Thofred said as Elrond left the room, then looking to the attendant once he had.  "I think I would like a bath before I view your home.  Could one be brought here?"  The elf nodded to Thofred's question.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">After the bath was brought up the elf left to give him some privacy.  Examining the wound, Thofred found it was entirely healed, with only a faint scar to ever testify it had been there.  As he bathed the words the Elf-lord had said on the way into Rivendel returned to him, and he now realized what they meant.  Once he had finished a sentinel entered the room with Thofred's bag.  Quickly pulling out clothing more suited to gracing the last homely home, Thofred left the room, his family's blue cloak flowing in his wake.</div>