Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141005215855/@comment-5824038-20141006191044

('Kay! I 'd like to do a bit at the College anyway, so I'll do that. It won't take up too  much space, don't worry.)

[This is in the past, when he got back to the College.]

Ater travelling through the familiar yet strange landscape of Skyrim for about a week, Glorfindel finally arrived in the snowy village of Winterhold. He walked through the streets he knew so well, up to the entrance to the grand College that he had missed for 40 years. Frosty tears dropped from his eyes, and froze on his face.

He approached the entrance, and saw the sight of a High Elf he hadn't seen in so long...

'Falada,' was all he could manage before he fell to the ground and sobbed in joy.

'What? Who? Oh - oh by the Divines - Glorfindel!?' she bent down, and looked him in the eyes, before she embraced him and laughed.

'How - what - why -' was all she could manage.

Eventually the two of them managed to get back to the main building. She explained to him about what had happened, and about the losses they had suffered because of the Eye of Magnus.

Glorfindel was given a huge welcome by all of the remaining teachers and students, who were delighted to see that he was still alive.

[Present day]

It had been a while since he had returned, but Glorfindel still couldn't help but feel odd that he was no longer in Oblivion. He, for some reason, actually missed the thieves, and wondered if they would ever ask him for aid again.

(Okay, RPing done, I'll come back once the letter has been sent.)