The next morning, Lyra was gathering provisions she would need to make her way to Rivendell. She was giddy yet at the same time nervous. She had never been around elves but her father had taught her to speak as if she was one of their own. She sighed lightly, packing what she thought she might need to make the trip across the vast country. Her brother was making the rounds without her today, she would make sure she said farewell to him before she left. Taking her things out to the stables, tacking up her black horse and placing her belongings into saddlebags. She had an olive colored cape on with her bow on one of her hands and a quiver at her back. A short sword at her side and two daggers kept on the back of her belt that rested just on the small of her back.

She brought Kuran out of the stables and met her father, who was there to see her off. Once she had said goodbye to her father, and telling him to be careful until she returned with good news, she would ride out of the white city to meet with her brother who would see her to the outskirts of Osgiliath before he would head back home. The two talked and Lyra promised to return hopefully soon with some news. She bid farewell to her brother and rode away towards Rivendell, being mindful of her surroundings on her way there.