The warden, his name was Vinyarod, turns as his ears perk, hearing the new sound that did not belong in his woods. It was footsteps, and they were elven that he was sure of. Normally he would not be concerned, elves were friends of elves, no elf would harm another willingly. However, with this amulet, he had to be wary, for it called the evil out of people.<br/><br/>The female emerges from the wood, and his brow raises at her knife. "You dare draw a weapon on an Elf?" His head rears up slightly, tilting to the right. Again, normally this offense would have been scandalous but he could not fault her for her caution. This Artifact is dangerous.<br/><br/>"I am Vinyarod of the house Raavindonserke, I am the bearer of such an item. Are you the one The Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel sent?"