Aiwendil was just walking along, on his way to Rivendell. He stopped as he heard footsteps. Was someone running...? He turned around to see an elf girl, running in the direction of Rivendell. She looked...frightened. "Hm...I wonder why she's in such a hurry..." he mumbled, just kind of carrying his white staff that his father gave him, along with having his father's sword, Foehammer, in its sheathe at his side.