You are strolling in a forest when you suddenly hear the clip-clop of hooves approaching. A white steed crosses your path, and upon it is an Elf arrayed in white. The Elf reins in her mount, the horse shaking its head as it comes to a stop.

Its rider looks at you enquiringly, taking your measure. Her grey eyes are sharp and as bright as starlight, the light of Valinor reflected in their gaze.

"Greetings. I did not anticipate an encounter with another in these woods this day. Who art thou?"